Richard Lovelace.


 
Sonnet.

Set by Mr. Hudson.

I.

Depose your finger of that Ring,
    And Crowne mine with't awhile
Now I restor't.—Pray, do's it bring
    Back with it more of soile ?
Or shines it not as innocent,
    As honest, as before 'twas lent ?

II.

So then inrich me with that Treasure,
    Will but increase your store,
And please me (faire one) with that pleasure
    Must please you still the more :
Not to save others is a curse
    The blackest, when y'are ne're the worse.




Source:
Lovelace, Richard. The Poems of Richard Lovelace.
London: Unit Library, Ltd., 1904. 22.




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