| Foolish woman, pride not thyself on a ring |
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| In a dream I spake with the daughter of Cyprus |
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| I do not think to touch the sky with my two arms |
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| She wrapped herself well in delicate hairy |
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| Wealth without worth is not safe neighbor |
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| Sleep thou in the bosom of thy tender girl-friend |
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| To the doorkeeper feet seven fathoms long |
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| And of honey-paleness overspreads the lovely countenance |
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| Whereunto may I well liken thee, dear bridegroom? |
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| For there was no other girl, O bridegroom, like her |
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