Let us drink again to her witchery.

It is her breath itself distilled by the Heavenly Twins that foams against my lips.

I would give the soul out of my body to marry her, did I say?
It were like buying her for a farthing.

I would pledge the soul of the universe for a kiss.
I catch up Polyphemus under the arm-pits, and his hind legs dangle.

He continues to lick his chops and looks at me sardonically.