She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.

她从未诉说自己的爱，只任隐秘的情思像花蕾里的虫，啮噬她玫瑰般的脸颊。她在思念中憔悴，带着青黄的忧郁，如墓碑上忍耐的雕像，向悲伤微笑。