When Kamar al-Zaman heard these words, the light became darkness in his sight and he said, "O King, thou hast in thy household fair women and female slaves, who have not their like in this age: shall not these suffice thee without me? Do thy will with them and let me go!" She replied, "Thou sayest sooth, but it is not with them that one who loveth thee can heal himself of torment and can abate his fever; for, when tastes and inclinations are corrupted by vice, they hear and obey other than good advice. So leave arguing and listen to what the poet saith, 'Seest not the bazar with its fruit in rows? * These men are for figs and for sycamore[FN#339] those!' And what another saith, 'Many whose anklet rings are dumb have tinkling belts, * And this hath all content while that for want must wail: Thou bidd'st me be a fool and quit thee for her charms; * Allah forfend I leave The Faith, turn Infidel! Nay, by thy rights of side-beard mocking all her curls, * Nor mott nor maid[FN#340] from thee my heart shall spell.' And yet another, 'O beauty's Union! love for thee's my creed, * Free choice of Faith and eke my best desire: Women I have forsworn for thee; so may * Deem me all men this day a shaveling friar.'[FN#341] And yet another, 'Even not beardless one with girl, nor heed * The spy who saith to thee ''Tis an amiss!' Far different is the girl whose feet one kisses * And that gazelle whose feet the earth must kiss.' And yet another, 'A boy of twice ten is fit for a King!' And yet another, 'The penis smooth and round was made with anus best to match it, * Had it been made for cunnus' sake it had been formed like hatchet!' And yet another said, 'My soul thy sacrifice! I chose thee out * Who art not menstruous nor oviparous: Did I with woman mell, I should beget * Brats till the wide wide world grew strait for us.' And yet another, 'She saith (sore hurt in sense the most acute * For she had proffered what did not besuit), 'Unless thou stroke as man should swive his wife * Blame not when horns thy brow shall incornůte! Thy wand seems waxen, to a limpo grown, * And more I palm it, softer grows the brute!' And yet another, 'Quoth she (for I to lie with her forbore), * 'O folly-following fool, O fool to core: If thou my coynte for Kiblah[FN#342] to thy coigne * Reject, we'll shall please thee more.'[FN#343] And yet another, 'She proffered me a tender coynte * Quoth I 'I will not roger thee!' She drew back, saying, 'From the Faith * He turns, who's turned by Heaven's decree![FN#344] And front wise fluttering, in one day, * Is obsolete persistency!' Then swung she round and shining rump * Like silvern lump she showed me! I cried: 'Well done, O mistress mine! * No more am I in pain for thee; O thou of all that Allah oped[FN#345] * Showest me fairest victory!' And yet another,