To Dianeme
Robert Herrick · 1648
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Robert Herrick. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Which starlike sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud, that you can see
All hearts your captives; yours yet free:
Be you not proud of that rich hair
Which wantons with the lovesick air;
Whenas that ruby which you wear,
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone,
When all your world of beauty's gone.