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Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree. Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills, The delight of her husband, her aunts, an infant of three, And of medicos marvelling sweetly on her ills.

这里躺着一位美丽而高贵的女士。她死于发冷和发烧，死于发烧和发冷，死于她的丈夫、她三个孩子的姑姑们的喜悦，死于医生们对她的病甜蜜地惊叹不已。

— John Crowe Ransom 约翰·克劳·兰色姆