William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
On a GirdleEdmund Waller (1606–1687)
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Shall now my joyful temples bind;
No monarch but would give his crown
His arms might do what this has done.
The pale which held that lovely deer:
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move.
Dwelt all that’s good, and all that’s fair!
Give me but what this ribband bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round!