‘Art thou the woman of the earth,’ she said,
‘That hast in sorceries mine Eros lockt,
And stood thyself for worship in my stead?
Looking that I should pity thee, or care
For what illicit offspring thou mayst bear;
Or let thee to that god my son be wed?
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‘I know thy trick; and thou art one of them
Who steal love’s favour in the gentle way,
Wearing submission for a diadem,