"I grieve and dare not show my discontent.
I love and yet I’m forced to seem to hate.
I do yet dare not say I ever meant.
I seem stark mute, yet inwardly do prate.
I am and I’m not.
I freeze yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turn.
My care is like my shadow in the sun.
It follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, stands and lies by me, does what I have done."
它随着我飞, 我追逐它时, 又飞走, 站在, 躺在我身边, 模仿我的举止."
"Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant."