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CXXXII

The Finesses of Bouderie

All that are women devour thee with their eyes, thou gallant! I shall have none of thy embrace.

I was in the sulks: he then sneezed, for he thought that I would bless him saying, Long live my beloved!

Even if I wear a garland she would go off in a pique saying, Thou wantest to look smart in some damsel’s eyes!

I said to her, I love thee above all: and behold, she frowned at once asking, Above whom? and above whom?

I told her, We shall never part in this life: alack, her eyes at once filled with tears!

I said to her, I called thee to mind when away: and she that was about to clasp me to her arms went off in a pet saying, Thou hadst forgotten me then!

I sneezed and she blessed: but then she recalled her blessing and asked with tear-filled eyes, Who thought on thee now, that thou sneezedest?

I repressed my sneeze: and then aiso she wept saying, Thou wantest to conceal from me that some of thy friends are thinking on thee!

Even if I exhaust all my arts to soothe her, she will only frown harder saying, Thou hast practised well at others’ bouderies!

Even if I look in rapture on her own charms, she will chide saying, To whose limbs now art thou comparing mine?