Lovers, how they come and part

A Gyges ring they bear about them still,

To be, and not seen when and where they will;

They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall,

They fall like dew, and make no noise at all:

So silently they one to th' other come,

As colours steal into the pear or plum,

And air-like, leave no pression to be seen

Where'er they met, or parting place has been.