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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
On a Girdle
By Edmund Waller (1606–1687)
 
THAT which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind:
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this hath done.
 
It was my heaven’s extremest sphere,        5
The pale which held that lovely deer;
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!
 
A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that’s good and all that’s fair:        10
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
 
 
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