Her sportive limbs with easiest grace expand;
Her charms unveiled provoke the lover’s hand;
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Unveiled, except in many a filmy ray,
Where light Asymptotes[[231]] o’er her bosom play,
Nor touch her glowing skin, nor intercept the day.
Yet why, Ellipsis,[[232]] at thy fate repine?
More lasting bliss, securer joys are thine.
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Though to each fair his treacherous wish may stray,