'Lest the deceiving harmony should run
Into the quiet closure of my breast;
And then my little heart were quite undone,
In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest.
No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,
But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.
“唯恐欺声飞过来，
搅扰恬静入胸膛：
打破静谧心徘徊，
不使安宁乱心房。
吾心早定不呻吟，
独卧酣睡不扰邻”