[00:00.00]How careful was I, when I took my way,[00:02.78]Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,[00:05.80]That to my use it might unusèd stay[00:08.65]From hands of falsehood, in surewardsof trust.[00:12.34]But thou, to whommy jewels trifles are,[00:15.12]Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,[00:18.00]Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,[00:21.65]Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.[00:25.10]Thee have I not locked up in any chest,[00:27.97]Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,[00:30.90]Within the gentle closureof my breast,[00:33.90]From whence at pleasurethou mayst come and part:[00:37.00]And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,[00:40.00]For truthproves thievish for a prize so dear.[00:44.00]译者:梁宗岱