Here you will find the Poem Lines In A Letter To His Lady Cousin, Honor Driden, Who Had Given Him A Silver Inkstand, With A Set Of Writing Materials, 1655 of poet John Henry Dryden
For since 'twas mine, the white hath lost its hue, To show 'twas ne'er it self but whilst in you, The virgin wax hath blushed it self to red Since it with me hath lost its maidenhead. You, fairest nymph, are wax: O, may you be As well in softness as in purity! Till fate and your own happy choice reveal Whom you shall so far bless to make your seal.
