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Go, happy ring, who art about to bindThe fair one's finger; may the fair be kind.Small is the present, tho' the love be great;May she swift slip thee on thy taper seat.As she and I, may thou with her agree,And not too large, nor yet too little be.To touch her hand thou wilt the pleasure have;I now must envy what myself I gave.O! would a Proteus or a Circe changeMe to thy form, that I like thee might range !Then would I wish thee with her breasts to play,And her left hand beneath her robes to stray.Tho' straight she thought me, I will then appearLoose and unfix'd, and slip I know not where.Whene'er she writes some secret lines of love,