ROBERT HERRICK

��264. To "Dianeme

CWEET, 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 love-sick 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.

��265. To (Enone

��conscience, say, is it in thee, When I a heart had one, To take away that heart from me, And to retain thy own ?

For shame or pity now incline

To play a loving part ; Either to send me kindly thine,

Or give me back my heart.

Covet not both ; but if thou dost

Resolve to part with neither, Why, yet to show that thou art just,

Take me and mine together !

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