First, the line of guarded emotion
With complimenting is smiled across.
For pale doubt, a pinking conversion.
With each of its virtues' insertion.
Then at fuller tilt, pressed firmer sure
Of Love's Enterprise, as pleads a hand
No chinks in him, in her esteeming
That dropping, drops with knight's beseeming.
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