Sonnet. "Depose your finger of that ring"

by Richard Lovelace

I.

Depose your finger of that Ring,
    And Crowne mine with't awhile
Now I restor't.—Pray, do's it bring
    Back with it more of soile ?
Or shines it not as innocent,
    As honest, as before 'twas lent ?

II.

So then inrich me with that Treasure,
    Will but increase your store,
And please me (faire one) with that pleasure
    Must please you still the more :
Not to save others is a curse
    The blackest, when y'are ne're the worse