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Your breasts are like two kings at war, my dear:
Each striving to invade the other's sphere.

In this vain fleeting universe, a man
Of wisdom has two courses: first, he can
Direct his time to pray, to save his soul,
And wallow in religion's nectar-bowl;
But, if he cannot, it is surest best
To touch and hold a lovely woman's breast,
And to caress her warm round hips, and thighs,
And to possess that which between them lies.
— Bhartrhari

Well then, my goose,
Now you must give me back my dear:
Her graceful walk, at least, you stole.
Who's caught with part - the law is clear -
Must restitution make of all.

[With laughter.] Ha, there he flies! He's afraid. He knows I'm a king, with power to punish thieves. [He continues to walk.] And now here is a wheel-drake with his mate.

Medical Advice
When the fever is caused by her looks and her voice,
The treatment of choice
Is a thrice-daily sip
Of her honey-sweet lip.
To avoid further harm,
And to keep the heart warm,
This follow-up treatment is known to be best:
The soothing and gentle warm touch of her breast.
(Professional secret, though-
Careful to keep it so!)

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Destiny surely is unjust.
The bees, it has decreed,
Shall feast on lotus-honey and sweet pollen-dust.
On water-weed
The geese must
Feed.