Sonnet. "Depose your finger of that ring"
Depose your finger of that Ring,
And Crowne mine with't awhile
Now I restor't.—Pray, do's it bring
Back with it more of soile ?
Or shines it not as innocent,
As honest, as before 'twas lent ?
So then inrich me with that Treasure,
Will 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