未見晨曦含碧眼，
唇遜珊瑚艷。
酥胸難勝雪花白，
更嘆鐵絲翻卷滿頭栽。

玫瑰嬌貪終日瞅，
顏色何曾有？
春流香水漫林中，
何奈舒腮吐氣冷如風。

並枕依依說趣話，
難忍笛聲啞。
夢觀蓮襪踏仙雲，
驚醒一雙大腳倒顛奔。

孰料真情自青睞，
偏俺將她愛。
雙心一箭喜相逢，
堪嘆人間誰個與她同。 

（跋：還是增加兩行成兩首【虞美人】才好玩兒。）

莎士比亞原文：

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground;

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.