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A Ring Presented to Julia

 Julia, I bring 
To thee this Ring.
Made for thy finger fit; To shew by this, That our love is (Or sho'd be) like to it.
Close though it be, The joynt is free: So when Love's yoke is on, It must not gall, Or fret at all With hard oppression.
But it must play Still either way; And be, too, such a yoke, As not too wide, To over-slide; Or be so strait to choak.
So we, who beare, The beame, must reare Our selves to such a height: As that the stay Of either may Create the burden light.
And as this round Is no where found To flaw, or else to sever: So let our love As endless prove; And pure as Gold for ever.

Poem by Robert Herrick
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