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Readings for World Literature in English autumn, 2012 Ancient Egypt With Sickness Faint and WearyWith sickness faint and wearyAll day in bed Ill lie;My friends will gather near meAnd shell with them come nigh.Shell put to shame the doctorsWholl ponder over me,For she alone, my loved one,Knows well my malady. I Think I Will Go Home and Lie Very StillI think Ill go home and lie very still,feigning terminal illness.Then the neighbors will all troop over to stare,my love, perhaps, among them.How shell smile while the specialistssnarl in their teeth!--she perfectly well knows what ails me.From The Norton Anthology of World Literature, Volume A My Beloved Torments My HeartMy beloved torments my heart with his voice,He makes sickness take hold of me;He is neighbor to my mothers house.And I cannot go to him!Mother is right in charging him thus:Give up seeing her!It pains my heart to think of him,I am possessed by love of him.Truly, he is a foolish one,But I resemble him;He knows not my wish to embrace him,Or he would write to my mother.Beloved, I am promised to youBy the golden of women!Come to me that I see your beauty,Father, mother will rejoice!My people will hail you all together,They will hail you, O my beloved!Second Stanza, from Papyrus Chester Beatty I How Well She Knows to Cast the NooseHow well she knows to cast the noose,And yet not pay the cattle tax!She casts the noose on me with her hair,She captures me with her eye;She curbs me with her necklace,She brands me with her seal ring.Third Stanza, from The Nakht-Sobak Cycle of Papyrus Chester Beatty I My Heart Flutters HastilyMy heart flutters hastily,When I think of my love of you;It lets me not act sensibly,It leaps from its place.It lets me not put on a dress,Nor wrap my scarf around me;I put no paint upon my eyes,Im even not anointed.Dont wait, go there, says it to me,As often as I think of him;My heart, dont act so stupidly,Why do you p