Poem by Robert Herrick

Upon Julia's Ribbon

As shews the air when with a rain-bow graced,
So smiles that ribbon 'bout my Julia's waist;
Or like——Nay, 'tis that Zonulet of love,
Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.

1. To My Ill Reader
2. Kisses Loathsome
3. To Julia in the Temple
4. The Bracelet to Julia
5. To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday)

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