'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel,
Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth?
Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel
What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth?
O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind,
She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.
“郎君倔强志如钢，
精钢尚在雨中锈？
身出妇人当恐慌，
苦痛唯有情郎救？
慈母不养硬心汉，
硬汉之母尸已烂”
