The Admonition

Seest thou those diamonds which she wearsIn that rich carcanet;Or those, on her dishevell'd hairs,Fair pearls in order set?Believe, young man, all those were tearsBy wretched wooers sent,In mournful hyacinths and rue,That figure discontent;Which when not warmed by her view,By cold neglect, each oneCongeal'd to pearl and stone;Which precious spoils upon herShe wears as trophies of her honour.Ah then, consider, what all this implies:She that will wear thy tears would wear thine eyes.Carcanet, necklace.