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Rh She proffered me a tender coynte: Quoth I, 'I will not roger thee!'

She drew back, saying, 'From the Faith he turns, who's turned by Heaven's decree!

And front-wise futtering, in one day, is obsolete persistency!

Then swung she round and shining rump like silvern lump she showed me!

''I cried: 'Well done, O mistress mine! No more am I in pain for thee;''

O thou of all that Allah oped showest me fairest victory!

"And yet another:—

Men craving pardon will uphold their hands; women pray pardon with their legs on high:

''Out on it for a pious, prayerful work! The Lord shall raise it in the dephts to lie."''