THE CARCANET
The world’s a quarry for whose spoilsLove, the untiring miner, toilsEarly and late, such stones to getAs may be cut devised and setInto his mistress’ carcanet.Alack that love can never chooseBut bring thee pebbles of no use:—Glance at the gift and thou shalt seeEach facet in his treasuryOf stones doth but diminish thee.
The world’s a quarry for whose spoilsLove, the untiring miner, toilsEarly and late, such stones to getAs may be cut devised and setInto his mistress’ carcanet.Alack that love can never chooseBut bring thee pebbles of no use:—Glance at the gift and thou shalt seeEach facet in his treasuryOf stones doth but diminish thee.
The world’s a quarry for whose spoilsLove, the untiring miner, toilsEarly and late, such stones to getAs may be cut devised and setInto his mistress’ carcanet.
Alack that love can never chooseBut bring thee pebbles of no use:—Glance at the gift and thou shalt seeEach facet in his treasuryOf stones doth but diminish thee.