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O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, / Their godships should pass this into a law, --
That when a man doth set himself in toil / After some beauty veiled far away, / Each step he took should make his lady's hand / More soft, more white, and her fair cheek more fair:
And for each briar-berry he might eat, / A kiss should bud upon the tree of love, / And pulp and ripen richer every hour, / To melt away upon the traveller's lips.