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By his eyelids shedding perfume and his fine slim waist I swear,

* By the shooting of his shafts barbed with sorcery passing rare;

By the softness of his sides,[FN#316] and glances' lingering

light, * And brow of dazzling day-tide ray and night within his

hair; By his eyebrows which deny to who look upon them rest, *

Now bidding now forbidding, ever dealing joy and care; By the

rose that decks his cheek, and the myrtle of its moss,[FN#317] *

By jacinths bedded in his lips and pearl his smile lays bare; By

his graceful bending neck and the curving of his breast, * Whose

polished surface beareth those granados, lovely pair; By his

heavy hips that quiver as he passeth in his pride, * Or he

resteth with that waist which is slim beyond compare; By the

satin of his skin, by that fine unsullied sprite; * By the beauty

that containeth all things bright and debonnair; By that ever

open hand; by the candour of his tongue; * By noble blood and

high degree whereof he's hope and heir; Musk from him borrows

muskiness she loveth to exhale * And all the airs of ambergris

through him perfume the air; The sun, methinks, the broad bright

sun, before my love would pale * And sans his splendour would

appear a paring of his nail.[FN#318]