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Rob mine eyes and replace fair jewels,
Embellish each corner with finest smooth,
That every curve may vex his curves on me,
Then each blemish can on me my handsome mark,
Nor crease the skin twice-folded by hands alone,
Each fading light can erupt two more within,
Then all the while I walked, your gait knew well,
At whose crossroads, neither right nor left be part.
When I pour one cup of the finest brewed tea,
It shall succeed one craze I horn at you with tea,
Then only a thumping headache then ensue,
Till the night is come, this much I peruse you.