Or Angurbod with fond caresses ply!
She will not, sure, refuse thy couch to share.
LOK.
Whene’er with thirst we languish,
And no delicious fruit is nigh,
The sourest apple to assuage our anguish
We pluck, and swallow greedily:
But when such charms as thine, O Disa dear!
Before our ravish’d eyes appear,
Who would not?—but while thou in sleep