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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
難耐不平事，何如悄然去泉臺；
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
休說是天才，偏生作乞丐；
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
人道是草包，偏把金銀戴；
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
說什么信與義，眼見無人睬；
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
道什么榮與辱，全是瞎安排；
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
少女童貞可憐遭橫暴，
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
堂堂正義無端受掩埋；
And strength by limping sway disabled,
跛腿權(quán)勢反弄殘了擂臺漢；
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
墨客騷人官府門前口難開；
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
蠢驢們偏掛著指謎釋惑教授招牌；
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
多少真真話錯喚作愚魯癡呆；
And captive good attending captain ill:
善惡易位，小人反受大人拜。
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
不平，難耐，索不如一死化纖埃,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
待去也，又怎好讓愛人獨守空階?
