Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
'O fairest mover on this mortal round,
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee!
心機再動女不安:
“萬物生靈卿最綽,
君當作我我作男,
以心換心君痛我;
柔情在目君勿謬,
吾之血肉把君救”