Upon Julia’s Riband
Robert Herrick
As shows the air when with a rainbow grac’d, So smiles that riband ’bout my Julia’s waist Or like—nay ’tis that zonulet of love, Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.
As shows the air when with a rainbow grac’d, So smiles that riband ’bout my Julia’s waist Or like—nay ’tis that zonulet of love, Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.