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SONNET by RICHARD LOVELACE

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First Line: DEPOSE YOUR FINGER OF THAT RING
Last Line: THE BLACKEST, WHEN Y' ARE NE'ER THE WORSE.
Subject(s): OATHS;
DEPOSE your finger of that ring,
And crown mine with't awhile.
Now I restore't---Pray does it bring
Back with it more of soil?
Or shines it not as innocent,
As honest, as before 'twas lent?

So then enrich me with that treasure
Will but increase your store,
And please me, fair one, with that pleasure
Must please you still the more:
Not to save others is a curse
The blackest, when y' are ne'er the worse.



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