Depose your finger of that ring,
And crowne mine
Now I restor't. Pray, dos it bring
Back with it more of soile?
Or shines it not as
As honest, as before 'twas lent?
So then inrich me with that treasure,
'Twill but increase your store,
And please me (faire
one) with that pleasure
Must please you still the
Not to save others is a curse
blackest, when y'are ne're the worse.