Variable passions throng her constant woe,
As striving who should best become her grief;
All entertain'd, each passion labours so,
That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
But none is best: then join they all together,
Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.
百感交集更加痛，
悲哭哀愤俱伤心；
情众难分孰为重，
感多情众悲尚亲，
百感齐涌无伯仲，
风雨将至云起哄。