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Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Oh her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.
Oh her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.
A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; read more
A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety...
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl;
Here is a jewel of gold and pearl;
A beautiful read more
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl;
Here is a jewel of gold and pearl;
A beautiful cross it is I ween
As ever on beauty's breast was seen;
There's nothing at all but love to pay;
Take it and wear it, but only stay!
Ah! Sir Hunter, what excellent taste!
I'm not--in such--particular--haste.
Who first comes to this world below
With drear November's fog and snow
Should prize the Topaz' read more
Who first comes to this world below
With drear November's fog and snow
Should prize the Topaz' amber hue--
Emblem of friends and lovers true.
Who comes with Summer to this earth
And owes to June her day of birth,
With ring read more
Who comes with Summer to this earth
And owes to June her day of birth,
With ring of Agate on her hand,
Can health, wealth, and long life command.
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others read more
I see, the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold; and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day,
But night itself does the rich gem betray.
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day,
But night itself does the rich gem betray.
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. read more
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;
Would thou could'st make the time to do so too;
I'll wind thee up no more.
