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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,Lest the dry gum and wax should sticking prove,He first she moistens : then sly care I take,And but, when lines I like, impression make.Of in her pocket fain she would me hide,Close will I press her finger, and not slide;