UPON JULIA'S RIBAND, by ROBERT HERRICKPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: As shews the aire, when with a rain-bow grac'd Last Line: Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.
As shews the Aire, when with a Rain-bow grac'd; So smiles that Riband 'bout my Julia's waste: Or like--Nay 'tis that Zonulet of love, Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.