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 I think you merely mean to flatter me, You subtle knave, that, more than prince, I'm man And worth to listen to your bawdy breath.

Yet my breath was worth your mixing with.

A boy at college flattered so by a girl Will give her what she asks for.

Osiris! Burning Osiris! Of thee desirable, for thee, her hair....

Prince Imra vowed his honey-hives and vineyards: Isis, to let a Jew have her for nothing!

Night by night in a little house A man and woman meet; They look like each other, They are sister and brother; And night by night at that same hour A king calls for his son in vain.