I grieve and dare not show my discontent.
I love and yet am 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 not
I freeze and am burnt.
Since from myself another self I turned
My care is like my shadow in the sun
Follows me flying
Flies when I pursue it
Stands and lies by me
Doth what I have done
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentle passion slide into my mind
For I am soft and made of melting snow
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind
Let me or float or sink, be high or low,
Or let me live with some more sweet content or die
And so forget what love there it.
還找到壹個稍微有些不同，不知道那個準確。
伊麗莎白壹世在送走安茹公爵時寫過壹首詩：
“On Monsieur's Departure
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant. ”
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