Seest Thou Those Diamonds Which She Wears In That Rich Carcanet; Or Those, On Her Dishevell'D Hairs, Fair Pearls In Order Set? Believe, Young Man, All Those Were Tears By Wretched Wooers Sent, In Mournful Hyacinths And Rue, That Figure Discontent; Which When Not Warmed By Her View, By Cold Neglect, Each One Congeal'D To Pearl And Stone; Which Precious Spoils Upon Her She Wears As Trophies Of Her Honour. Ah Then, Consider, What All This Implies: She That Will Wear Thy Tears Would Wear Thine Eyes.