And how excellent is the saying of the poet, 'He whom the randy motts entrap * Shall never see deliverance! Women aye deal in treachery * To far and near o'er earth's expanse With fingers dipt in Henna-blood * And locks in braids that mad the glance; And eyelids painted o'er with Kohl * They gar us drink of dire mischance. And how excellently saith another,
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