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. I Call and I Call
2. Loss from the Least
3. Upon the Detracter
4. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
5. Love, What It Is

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