A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick






128. TO DIANEME

     Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes,
     Which, star-like, sparkle in their skies;
     Nor be you proud, that you can see
     All hearts your captives, yours, yet free;
     Be you not proud of that rich hair
     Which wantons with the love-sick air;
     Whenas that ruby which you wear,
     Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
     Will last to be a precious stone,
     When all your world of beauty's gone.

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