Sonnet XIX Restore Thy Tresses

Restore thy tresses to the golden ore,

Yield Citherea's son those arcs of love,

Bequeath the heav'ns the stars that I adore,

And to th'Orient do thy pearls remove.

Yield thy hands' pride unto th'ivory white,

T'Arabian odors give thy breathing sweet,

Restore thy blush unto Aurora bright,

To Thetis give the honor of thy feet.

Let Venus have thy graces, her resign'd,

And thy sweet voice give back unto the Spheres,

But yet restore thy fierce and cruel mind To Hyrcan tigers and to ruthless bears.

Yield to the marble thy hard heart again;

So shalt thou cease to plague, and I to pain.