Richard Lovelace

Here you will find the Poem Depose Your Finger of That Ring of poet Richard Lovelace

Depose Your Finger of That Ring

I.

Depose your finger of that ring, 
And crowne mine with't awhile; 
Now I restor't. Pray, dos it bring 
Back with it more of soile? 
Or shines it not as innocent, 
As honest, as before 'twas lent?

II.

So then inrich me with that treasure, 
'Twill but increase your store, 
And please me (faire one) with that pleasure 
Must please you still the more. 
Not to save others is a curse 
The blackest, when y'are ne're the worse.