| Come, goddess of Cyprus, and in golden cups serve nectar delicately mixed with delights |
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| Do I still long for maidenhood? |
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| But for thee will I to the altar of a white goat |
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| Fool, faint not thou in thy strong heart |
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| For there was no other girl, O bridegroom, like her |
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| Maidenhood, maidenhood, whither art thou gone from me? |
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| A Sweet-voiced maiden |
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| What peasant-girl bewitches thy heart |
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| I love delicacy, and for me Love has the sun's splendour and beauty |
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| Wealth without worth is not safe neighbor |
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