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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
难耐不平事，何如悄然去泉台；
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
休说是天才，偏生作乞丐；
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
人道是草包，偏把金银戴；
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
说什么信与义，眼见无人睬；
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
道什么荣与辱，全是瞎安排；
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
少女童贞可怜遭横暴，
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
堂堂正义无端受掩埋；
And strength by limping sway disabled,
跛腿权势反弄残了擂台汉；
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
墨客骚人官府门前口难开；
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
蠢驴们偏挂着指谜释惑教授招牌；
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
多少真真话错唤作愚鲁痴呆；
And captive good attending captain ill:
善恶易位，小人反受大人拜。
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
不平，难耐，索不如一死化纤埃,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
待去也，又怎好让爱人独守空阶?
