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John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913.

Translations of Latin Hymns and Minor Miscellanies

Lines in a Letter to his Lady Cousin, Honor Driden

Who Had Given Him a Silver Inkstand, with a Set of Writing Materials, 1655

FOR since ’twas mine, the white hath lost its Hiew,

To show twas n’ere it selfe but whilst in you,

The virgin Waxe hath blush’d it selfe to red

Since it with mee hath lost its Maydenhead.

You, Fairest Nymph, are Waxe: Oh may you bee

As well in Softnesse as in Purity!

Till Fate and your own happy Choice reveale

Whom you so farre shall bless to make your Seale.