As shews the air when with a rain-bow graced, <br />So smiles that ribbon 'bout my Julia's waist; <br />Or like----Nay, 'tis that Zonulet of love, <br />Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-julia-s-ribbon/
