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Oh most beguiling, secret maid,
By what means shall I entreat thee?
How long must my bliss be delayed?
How shall I make thee plain to me?
Your fair face changing with every set;
No visage to be won with ease.
How much some days do I regret
That I use not numbers, but a's and b's.
Though I know thy favour is worth much toil,
Without your love I am quite destitute!
In truth, some days I do recoil
From another night spent in vain pursuit.
Must I exhaust? Shall I induce you?
What method shall most enchant thee?
By what strange means may I seduce you
To lift your veil of secrecy?
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