Sonnet. "Depose your finger of that ring"


 * I.

Depose your finger of that Ring, And Crowne mine with't awhile Now I restor't.—Pray, do's it bring Back with it more of soile ? Or shines it not as innocent, As honest, as before 'twas lent ?


 * II.

So then inrich me with that Treasure, Will but increase your store, And please me (faire one) with that pleasure Must please you still the more : Not to save others is a curse The blackest, when y'are ne're the worse