To a Lady Who Wore a Lock of His Hair Set with Diamonds

The star that beams on Anna's breast
Conceals her William's hair,
'Twas lately sever'd from the rest
To be promoted there.

The heart that beats beneath that breast
Is William's, well I know;
A nobler prize and richer far
Than India could bestow.

She thus his favour'd lock prefers,
To make her William shine;
The ornament indeed is hers,
But all the honour mine.