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Let her who walks in Paphos / take the glass, / let Paphos take the mirror / and the work of frosted fruit, / gold apples set / with silver apple-leaf, / white leaf of silver / wrought with vein of gilt.
Let Paphos lift the mirror, / let her look / into the polished centre of the disk.