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