Restore thy tresses to the golden ore, <br />Yield Citherea's son those arcs of love, <br />Bequeath the heav'ns the stars that I adore, <br />And to th'Orient do thy pearls remove. <br />Yield thy hands' pride unto th'ivory white, <br />T'Arabian odors give thy breathing sweet, <br />Restore thy blush unto Aurora bright, <br />To Thetis give the honor of thy feet. <br />Let Venus have thy graces, her resign'd, <br />And thy sweet voice give back unto the Spheres, <br />But yet restore thy fierce and cruel mind <br />To Hyrcan tigers and to ruthless bears. <br />Yield to the marble thy hard heart again; <br />So shalt thou cease to plague, and I to pain.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xix-restore-thy-tresses/
