英文詩歌推薦：Epistle from Mrs.Yonge to Her Husband

　　Epistle from Mrs.Yonge to Her Husband

　　by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

　　Think not this paper comes with vain pretense

　　To move your pity， or to mourn th' offense.

　　Too well I know that hard obdurate heat;

　　No softening mercy there will take my part，

　　Nor can a woman's arguments prevail，

　　When even your patron's wise example fails.

　　But this last privilege I still retain;

　　Th' oppressed and injured always may complain

　　Too， too severely laws of honor bind

　　The weak submissive sex of womankind.

　　If sighs have gained or force compelled our hand，

　　Deceived by art， or urged by stern command，

　　Whatever motive binds the fatal tie，

　　The judging world expects our constancy.

　　Just heaven! (for sure in heaven does justice reign，

　　Though tricks below that sacred name profane)

　　To you appealing I submit my cause，

　　Nor fear a judgment from impartial laws.