On a Girdle
Edmund Waller
1606 to 1687
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Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair:
The pale which held that lovely deer.
His arms might do what this has done.
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Shall now my joyful temples bind:
No monarch but would give his crown,
Did all within this circle move!
That which her slender waist confined,
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
A narrow compass! and yet there
It was my heaven's extremest sphere,
Give me but what this ribbon bound,