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1121. Even as honey and milk mingled together is the dew on the lips of this fair one with the subdued speech.

1122. How great is the love between the body and the soul? Even so great is my love for this artless one.

1123. O thou Image in the pupil of mine eye ! Leave and give room to the fair one that I love, for there is no other abode that is worthy of her.

1124. It is as life when she is near: but it is as very death when she leaveth my side.

1125. The virtues of this maiden of the fair and battling eyes I certainly can remember, provided first I can forget them : but how to forget them I know not! Rh