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 A golden ring that shines upon thy thumb: About thy wrist, the rich dardanium. Between thy breasts (than down of swans more white) There plays the sapphire with the chrysolite. No part besides must of thyself be known, But by the topaz, opal, chalcedon. Carcanet, necklace.

A funeral stone Or verse I covet none, But only crave Of you that I may have A sacred laurel springing from my grave: Which being seen, Blest with perpetual green, May grow to be Not so much call'd a tree As the eternal monument of me.

Give me that man that dares bestride The active sea-horse, and with pride Through that huge field of waters ride. Who with his looks, too, can appease The ruffling winds and raging seas, In midst of all their outrages. This, this a virtuous man can do, Sail against rocks, and split them too; Ay, and a world of pikes pass through.