The Ruby
Hayle! whom The Diamonds proclayme their King;
Crowning as Peeres, as Guards envyroning;
Hayle! whom the rising Sunne where thou wert borne,
Invested in the purple of the Morne,
And his owne Beames; whilst thee my verse displayes
Thou swell'st at once, and blushest at thy praise.
Like a red Sea thy trembling Mount of blood
Stands off i'th'ayre and threats a Crimson flood
Over the Golden bancks, whilst our dimm'd sight
Mistakes for flowing waves thy floating light.
Or as in Wine the subtile spirits move,
Making ev'n Temperance her selfe in love;
So rowles thy fiery and bewitching Eye,
Able to shake a vow of Poverty.
But oh, how like my Cruell faire thou art?
Thy panting stone is her obdurate heart
Pegg'd in with Diamonds: or signifies
Her Lipp, severely guarded by her Eyes.