'And not the least of all these maladies
But in one minute's fight brings beauty under:
Both favour, savour, hue and qualities,
Whereat the impartial gazer late did wonder,
Are on the sudden wasted, thaw'd and done,
As mountain-snow melts with the midday sun.
“縱使眾恙不上身,
不須一戰美男墮:
良質佳色皆具焚,
公平月神賭此禍,
瞬間無蹤佳男滅,
日照白山溶雪瀉”