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If none there be, yet brush that nothing thence,
And still to touch her lap make some pretence.
Touch any thing of hers, and if her train
Sweep on the ground, let it not sweep in vain;
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But gently take it up and wipe it clean;
And while you wipe it, with observing eyes,
Who knows but you may see her naked thighs!
Observe who sits behind her, and beware,
Lest his encroaching knees should press the fair
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Light service takes light minds, for some can tell
Of favours won by laying cushions well;
By fanning faces some their fortunes meet,
And some by laying footstools for their feet.
These overtures of love the circus gives,
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Nor at the sword play less the lover thrives;
For there the son of Venus fights his prize,
And deepest wounds are oft receiv'd from eyes.
One, while the crowd their acclamations make,
Or while he bets and puts his ring to stake,
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Is struck from far and feels the flying dart,
