Quoth she (for I to lie with her forbore), ✿ "O folly-following fool, O fool to core:
If thou my coynte for Kiblah[[342]] to thy coigne ✿ Reject, we'll show thee what shall please thee more."[[343]]
And yet another:—
She proffered me a tender coynte ✿ Quoth I "I will not roger thee!"
She drew back, saying, "From the Faith ✿ He turns, who's turned by Heaven's decree!"[[344]]
And front-wise futtering, in one day, ✿ "Is obsolete persistency!"
Then swung she round and shining rump ✿ Like silvern lump she showèd me!
I cried: "Well done, O mistress mine! ✿ No more am I in pain for thee;
O thou of all that Allah oped[[345]] ✿ Showest me fairest victory!"
And yet another:—