I. <br /> <br />Depose your finger of that ring, <br />And crowne mine with't awhile; <br />Now I restor't. Pray, dos it bring <br />Back with it more of soile? <br />Or shines it not as innocent, <br />As honest, as before 'twas lent? <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />So then inrich me with that treasure, <br />'Twill but increase your store, <br />And please me (faire one) with that pleasure <br />Must please you still the more. <br />Not to save others is a curse <br />The blackest, when y'are ne're the worse.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depose-your-finger-of-that-ring/
