Those round clear pearls of his, that move thy pity, Are balls of quenchless fire to burn thy city. Idem, l. 1553.
L. 2, verso, l. 6, 7.
PEARLS
Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood. "Lover's Complaint", l. 198.
PEARLS
Ah! but those tears are pearls which thy love sheds. Sonnet XXXIV, l. 13.
C 4, l. 13.
PEARLS
Bright orient pearl, alack, too timely shaded! "Passionate Pilgrim", l. 133.
B 4, l. 3.
OPAL
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend With objects manifold. "Lover's Complaint", l. 215.
RUBY