To His Dear Valentine, Mistress Margaret Falconbridge

Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set
A gem in this eternal coronet:
’Twas rich before, but since your name is down
It sparkles now like Ariadne’s crown.
Blaze by this sphere for ever: or this do,
Let me and it shine evermore by you.

Published in Hesperides

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