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Then cry, "My life, I ne'er shall thee disgrace,
And I am light; give me my proper place.
Still let me stick when in the bath you are;
If I catch damage,'tis not worth your care.
Yea, when the ring thy naked body spies,
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It will transform, and I a man arise."
Why do I rave? thou little trifle, go,
And that I die for her let the dear creature know.