Ovid. Amor. lib. 2. Eleg. 15. A Ring Presented to his Mistress.
GO, sparkling Ring, my Fair one's finger bind,
Shine there, and tell what Flames you le••t be∣hind.
Leap on the tender Ioint with eager Zeal,
And may she smile, and entertain thee well.
Close may her Finger be to Thee embrac'd,
As Fate has made my Arms to clasp her Was••.
Thou little Ring, how happy must thou be,
Handl'd by Her, and Envy'd ev'n by Me.
Rais'd to my Heav'n, a Comet thou wilt prove,
And vex the quiet Government of Love.
Now for a Spell, that I my Gift might grow,
To rifle all the Charms my Fair can show.