What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

我所剩下的是从我的故乡春天来的;我还有一颗心，它蔑视命运，鼓起勇气，把我抬到岸边。

-- John Dryden 约翰·德莱登