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Hath homely age th'alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it.
And my discourses dull? barren my wit?
If voluable and sharp discourse be marred,
Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard.
Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
That's not my fault, he's master of my state.
“难道逝水年华消褪了我的颜色？
有限的青春是他亲手把我摧折。
难道他嫌我语言无味心思愚蠢？
是他冷酷的无情把我聪明磨损。
难道浓妆艳抹勾去了他的灵魂？
谁教他不给我裁剪入时的衣裙？”