O what devouring kisses (multiplied)
What pretty whimperings, did the grove repeat!
What flattering force! What anger which did chide
Itself, and laughed when it began to threat!
What more than this the blushing Morning spied,
And Venus (adding hers to the Noon's heat)
Is better tried, than guessed, I must confess:
But those who cannot try it, let them guess. (Luís de Camões)

O what devouring kisses (multiplied) What pretty whimperings, did the grove repeat! What flattering force! What anger which did chide Itself, and laughed when it began to threat! What more than this the blushing Morning spied, And Venus (adding hers to the Noon's heat) Is better tried, than guessed, I must confess: But those who cannot try it, let them guess.

Luís de Camões

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