| John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | A Jet Ring Sent |
| | | THOU art not so black as my heart, | |
| Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art; | |
| What wouldst thou say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke, | |
| —Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke? | |
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| Marriage rings are not of this stuff; | 5 |
| Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough, | |
| Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it say | |
| “—I’m cheap, and nought but fashion; fling me away.” | |
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| Yet stay with me since thou art come, | |
| Circle this finger’s top, which didst her thumb; | 10 |
| Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me; | |
| She that, O! broke her faith, would soon break thee. | | | | |
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