| John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913. | | | | Translations of Latin Hymns and Minor Miscellanies | | Lines in a Letter to his Lady Cousin, Honor Driden |
| | Who Had Given Him a Silver Inkstand, with a Set of Writing Materials, 1655 |
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FOR 1 since ’twas mine, the white hath lost its Hiew, | |
| To show twas n’ere it selfe but whilst in you, | |
| The virgin Waxe hath blush’d it selfe to red | |
| Since it with mee hath lost its Maydenhead. | |
| You, Fairest Nymph, are Waxe: Oh may you bee | 5 |
| As well in Softnesse as in Purity! | |
| Till Fate and your own happy Choice reveale | |
| Whom you so farre shall bless to make your Seale. | |
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