'Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
And, hearing him, thy power had lost his power.
The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke;
They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a flower:
Love's golden arrow at him should have fled,
And not Death's ebon dart, to strike dead.
“若能謹慎聽其語,
當可用勢止其願。
命神將叱汝此舉;
囑汝采草花卻獻:
愛神金矢未出手,
死神毒箭奪命走”