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If, Juventius, I the grace win ever

Still on beauteous honied eyes to kiss thee,

I would kiss them a million, yet a million.

Yea, nor count me to win the full attainment,

Not, tho' heavier e'en than ears at harvest,

Fall my kisses, a wealthy crop delightful.