When he did frown, O, had she then gave over,
Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd.
Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd:
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
俊男不乐女殷勤,
佳人心羡液挂唇。
情深何惧恶语颦;
刺多玫瑰人採存:
深锁绝色最难得,
苦心求索终能择。