To the richest Treasury <br />That e'er fill'd ambitious eye; <br />To the faire bright Magazin <br />Hath impoverisht Love's Queen; <br />To th' Exchequer of all honour <br />(All take pensions but from her); <br />To the taper of the thore <br />Which the god himselfe but bore; <br />To the Sea of Chaste Delight; <br />Let me cast the Drop I write. <br />And as at Loretto's shrine <br />Caesar shovels in his mine, <br />Th' Empres spreads her carkanets, <br />The lords submit their coronets, <br />Knights their chased armes hang by, <br />Maids diamond-ruby fancies tye; <br />Whilst from the pilgrim she wears <br />One poore false pearl, but ten true tears: <br />So among the Orient prize, <br />(Saphyr-onyx eulogies) <br />Offer'd up unto your fame, <br />Take my garnet-dublet name, <br />And vouchsafe 'midst those rich joyes <br />(With devotion) these toyes.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-right-hon-my-lady-anne-lovelace/
