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| pierce ferriter |
Gentlest of women, put your weapons by, unless you want to ruin all mankind; Leave the assault or I must make reply, Proclaiming that you are murderously inclined. Put by your armour, lay your darts to rest, Hide your soft hair and all its devious ways: To see it lie in coils upon your breast Poisons all hope and mercilessly slays. Protest you never murdered in your life; You lie: your hand's smooth touch, your well-shaped knee Destroy as easily as axe or knife. Your breasts like new spring flowers, your naked side -I cry for aid to heaven - conceal from me; Let shame for the destruction you have made Hide your bright eyes, your shining teeth, away; If all our sighs and trembling and dismay Can touch your heart or satisfy your pride, Gentlest of women, lay your arms aside. |
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