Set by Mr. Hudson.
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 ?
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.
Lovelace, Richard. The Poems of Richard Lovelace.
London: Unit Library, Ltd., 1904. 22.
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