To Julia.Sweet, be not proud of those fair eyes,Which star-like sparkle in their skies;Be ye not proud of that rich hair,Which wantons in the love-sick air,Nor be you proud because you seeAll hearts your captives, yours yet free.When as that jewel which you wearSunk from the tip of your soft ear,Will last to be a precious stone,When all your world of beauty’s gone.
To Julia.Sweet, be not proud of those fair eyes,Which star-like sparkle in their skies;Be ye not proud of that rich hair,Which wantons in the love-sick air,Nor be you proud because you seeAll hearts your captives, yours yet free.When as that jewel which you wearSunk from the tip of your soft ear,Will last to be a precious stone,When all your world of beauty’s gone.
Sweet, be not proud of those fair eyes,Which star-like sparkle in their skies;Be ye not proud of that rich hair,Which wantons in the love-sick air,Nor be you proud because you seeAll hearts your captives, yours yet free.When as that jewel which you wearSunk from the tip of your soft ear,Will last to be a precious stone,When all your world of beauty’s gone.
Sweet, be not proud of those fair eyes,Which star-like sparkle in their skies;Be ye not proud of that rich hair,Which wantons in the love-sick air,Nor be you proud because you seeAll hearts your captives, yours yet free.When as that jewel which you wearSunk from the tip of your soft ear,Will last to be a precious stone,When all your world of beauty’s gone.
Sweet, be not proud of those fair eyes,Which star-like sparkle in their skies;Be ye not proud of that rich hair,Which wantons in the love-sick air,Nor be you proud because you seeAll hearts your captives, yours yet free.When as that jewel which you wearSunk from the tip of your soft ear,Will last to be a precious stone,When all your world of beauty’s gone.
Sweet, be not proud of those fair eyes,
Which star-like sparkle in their skies;
Be ye not proud of that rich hair,
Which wantons in the love-sick air,
Nor be you proud because you see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free.
When as that jewel which you wear
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone,
When all your world of beauty’s gone.