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“Would I were changed but to my mistress' gloves, That those white lovely fingers I might hide, That I might kiss those hands which mine heart loves; Or else that chain of pearl (her neck's vain pride) Made proud with her neck's veins, that I might fold About that lovely neck, and her paps tickle; Or her to compass like a belt of gold; Or that sweet wine which down her throat doth trickle, To kiss her lips and lie next at her heart, Run through her veins, and pass by pleasure's part.”