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Girdles we have, and bands that bind our robes.

Even so; such things beseem a woman's wear.

Know, then, with these a fair device there is

Speak, then: what utterance doth this foretell?

Unless to us thou givest pledge secure

What can thy girdles' craft achieve for thee?

Strange votive tablets shall these statues deck.

Mysterious thy resolve—avow it clear.

Swiftly to hang me on these sculptured gods!

Thy word is as a lash to urge my heart.