Şiir 71
An of a goat-stink damned from armpits fusty one suffer,
Or if a crippling gout worthily any one rack,
’Tis that rival o’ thine who lief in loves of you meddles,
And, by a wondrous fate, gains him the twain of such ills.
For that, oft as he , so oft that penance be two-fold;
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Stifles her stench of goat, he too is kilt by his gout.