Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Robert Herrick. 15911674264. To Dianeme
SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes | |
Which starlike 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 | 5 |
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. | 10 |