ABSTRACT
To a lady, who wrote [made] poesies for rings: They, who above do various circles fmd, Say, like a ring th' requator heaven does bind. When heaven shall be adorn'd by thee (Which then more heaven than 'tis, will be), 'Tis thou must write the poesy there, For it wanteth one as yet, Though the sun pass through 't twice a year, The sun, which [who] is esteem'd the god of wit.
