On A Pair of Garters
Go, loving woodbine, clip with lovely grace Those two sweet plants which bear the flowers of love; Go, silken vines, those tender elms embrace Which flourish still although their roots do move. As soon as you possess your blessed places You are advancèd and ennobled more Than diadems, which where white silken laces That ancient kings about their forehead wore. Sweet bands, take heed lest you ungently bind, Or with your strictness make too deep a print: Was never tree had such tender rind, Although her inward heart be hard as flint. And let your knots be fast and loose at will: She must be free, though I stand bourden still.
This poem is in the public domain.