5

可爱的伊莎贝拉未被碰过的面颊，

那应当有红晕的地方却变得苍白了，

瘦成个要用声声抚慰

减轻婴孩痛苦的年轻母亲的脸：

“她病得多厉害啊！”他说，“我不能说，

可是我想说，把我的相思和盘托出：

若是容貌能表达衷情，我要喝她的泪，

这样至少会吓走她心中的忧虑。”

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Until sweet Isabella’s untouch’d cheek

Fell sick within the rose’s just domain,

Fell thin as a young mother’s, who doth seek

By every lull to cool her infant’s pain:

"How ill she is," said he, "I may not speak,

And yet I will, and tell my love all plain:

If looks speak love-laws, I will drink her tears,

And at the least ’twill startle off her cares."