The jewel weares—the marriage ring.
Her understanding’s deep: like the
Venetian duke, you wed the sea;
A sea deep, bottomless, profound,
And which none but yourself may sound.
Blind Cupid shot not this love-dart;
Your reason chose, and not your heart;
You knew her little, and when her
Apron was but a muckender,
When that same coral which doth deck