'Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
“卿入我掌我玩物，
玉柱环绕汝徘徊，
仿佛是个园中鹿；
吃喝随意荡崃嵦：
高岭干啃奴香唇，
低谷之处泉水存”