All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,
Banning his boisterous and unruly beast:
And now the happy season once more fits,
That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest;
For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong
When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.
懊恼填胸少年坐,
驋马难制唯诅咒:
快乐时光再闪烁,
爱神痴情时当受;
情人易为情所误,