Her Hair
Judah Zarco
1560
O peerless beauty, veil your hair, lest you play havoc with the world, without lifting a finger! They are famous throughout the world, they ring in the ears of all who hear of them. The weakest, softest strand on your head can pull out a mountain by its roots. What, then, can a poor man do, when they fall upon him in their myriads? I pray you…
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