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wine and the kisses of his Mistress and as the song says--

Law at her feet the lover fell

But then other what tongue can tell

The sweet caresses sighs and kisses

That serve to usher sweeter blesses

The Shah[,] eager to crop the new blown rose of desire[,] wished to sleep in the same couch with Ruh Afrza[.] [S]he proved capricious and getting into a passion exclaimed[,”]Ha you cat[,] what would you scratch me[?”] [I]nstantly the Magnanimous king of the nations felt himself whirled giddily round in a circle and taking a spring with his head down most and his heels utmost assumed the form of a cat[.] [A]stonished and vexed at the incident that had befallen him[,] he knew not what to do with himself and till morning he strolled through the garden caterwauling his fate most piteously[.] [W]hen the sun that world subduing Secander unveiled his glittering countenance[,] the Shah[,] ashamed of his situation[,] crept out of the precincts of the palace and concealed himself in a corner at Morn. Danish Bait arose