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and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days, All of whom she refused; And now she turns to me seeking love, And her hair also is turning.

I have fed your lar with poppies, I have adored you for three full years; And now you grumble because your dress does not fit And because I happen to say so.

Memnon, Memnon, that lady Who used to walk about amongst us With such gracious uncertainty, Is now wedded To a British householder. ''Lugete, Veneres! Lugete, Cupidinesque!''