Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Ring Broken
A Glasse Ring Broken.
Behold this broken ring, and spyAn embleme of your false eternity.We think our joys must have no bound,Because they come about so cleare and round.The circle of our happynesseMust brake itself in tyme as well as this;And then the ring of all the mirth we have,Must only serve to wed our spousall grave.