Pens to mend, and hands to guide.
Oh who would a schoolmaster be?

My love is male and proper-man
And what he'd have he'd get by chase,
So I must cheat as women can
And keep my love from off my face.
'Tis folly to my dawning, thrifty thought
That I must run, who in the end am caught.

" My lord must be secretly coming in. The wheeled door at the back
squeaks, squicks — that wheeled door at the back!
My secret lover — is he a dog? — couldn't open the door and groaned! "
" Dagger by the pillow, sword at the screen joint,
I'm coming secretly. Where are you sleeping? "

My loneliness —
I snuggle it up
against the back of another

My little boat emerges at Heng-t'ang;
the morning air is fresh in the West Mountains.
Here women sweat away at the water-wheels,
while young men take joy rides in palanquins!
Wheat being threshed — pounding sounds from every house;
tea leaves being picked — everyone carries baskets.
The scenery is wonderful here in Wu,
and the farm scenes are the best of all.

My lefe is faren in a lond--
Alas! why is she so?
And I am so sore bound
I may nat com her to.
She hath my hert in hold,
Where-ever she ride or go,
With trew love a thousandfold.

My Lady Spring is dressed in green,
She wears a primrose crown,
And little baby buds and twigs
Are clinging to her gown;
The sun shines if she laughs at all,
But if she weeps the raindrops fall.

My heart, thinking
"How beautiful he is"
Is like a swift river
Which though one dams it and dams it,
Will still break through.

My heart that was so passionless
Leapt high last night when I saw you!
Within me surged the grief of years
And whelmed me with its endless rue.
My heart that slept so still, so spent,
Awoke last night,—to break anew!

My funeral-shaft, and marble shapes that dwell
Beside it, and sad urn, receptacle
Of all I am, salute who seek thy tomb,
If from my own, or other cities come;
And say to them, a bride I hither came,
Tenos my country, Baucis was my name.
Say also, this inscription for her friend
Erinna, handmaid of the Muses, penned.