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Goddess, in your quiet eyes
 * I long have seen the dumb reproof,

But surely charity denies
 * That you should longer hold aloof.

Dear Goddess, freely I confess— Great pardon, of your graciousness.

An argument arose between us Touching the perfect waist of Venus. My friend (a very subtle Scot) Said ''Thirty-three. I'm sure it's not'' Was my retort. As I'm alive I'll guarantee it's thirty-five. Base men had let the matter rest— But we—we put it to the test.

We took a measured length of twine And came within the sacred shrine. The Goddess stood, unrobed and stately— Her purity abashed us greatly—