“这些都是信使，他们感情用事地说服了我。“-Shakspeare。“早晨来了一个黎明，敲我的门——”我大胆地叫了一声——“已经有一年多了——对不起，请相信我，这样麻烦你，先生——不过，要是约伯是个mercer，先生，他是会得到报酬的。”我的朋友，只要有耐心——“唉，这就是你的方式。”我只有一先令供我用两天——但是，先生，请你拿着它，告诉你的律师，如果我没有付你的账单，我已经付了你的旅费。好吧，现在你走了，让我控制我的情绪，平静地考虑——考虑?烦恼!哪个妓女必须画画，必须戴上假锁，在瘟疫的痛苦中假装快乐?哪个乞丐妻子的侄儿，时而挨饿，时而挨打，想要吃东西，却害怕自己被吃掉?哪一个搬运工，哪一个搬运工，能认为他的案子难办?又有什么能让人想到吟游诗人的耐心呢? Well, I'll leave this poor trade, for no trade can be poorer, Turn shoe-boy, or courtier, or pimp, or procurer; Get love, and respect, and good living, and pelf, And dun some poor dog of a poet myself. One's credit, however, of course will grow better. Here enters the footman, and brings me a letter: 'Dear Sir! I received your obliging epistle; Your fame is secure-bid the critics go whistle. I read over with wonder the poem you sent me, And I must speak your praises, no soul shall prevent me. The audience, believe me, cried out, every line Was strong, was affecting, was just, was divine; All pregnant as gold is, with worth, weight, and beauty, And to hide such a genius was-far from your duty. I foresee that the court will be hugely delighted: Sir Richard, for much a less genius, was knighted: Adieu, my good friend! and for high life prepare ye; I could say much more, but you're modest, I spare ye.' Quite fired with the flattery, I call for my paper, And waste that, and health, and my time, and my taper; I scribble till morn, when, with wrath no small store, Comes my old friend the mercer, and raps at my door. 'Ah, Friend! 'tis but idle to make such a pother; Fate, Fate has ordain'd us to plague one another.'