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- Your lips drop sweetness like honeycomb, my bride, syrup and milk are under your tongue, and your dress had the scent of Lebanon. Your cheeks are an orchard of pomegranates, an orchard full of rare fruits, spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon. (en)
- And the Curetes spring from bounteous show'rs (en)
- And with sweet novelty your taste to please. (en)
- Crocus and Smilax may be turn'd to flow'rs, (en)
- I pass a hundred legends stale, as these, (en)
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