(inscription on a gold ring belonging to Earl Fitzwilliam): [Illustration: Motto ring.] Body and minde in thee I finde. Deare wife, thy rod doth leade to God. God alone made us two one. Eternally my loue shal be. Worship is due to God and you. God aboue continew our loue. I wish to thee all joie may bee. With my body I worship thee. Beyond this life, loue me, deare wife. Rien ne m’est plus, Plus ne me rien (fifteenth century). Une seule me suffit. Elle m’a bien conduite. De cuer entier. In adversis etiam fida. Even in adversity faithful. Device--a mouse gnawing away the net in which a lion is caught. Non immemor beneficii. Mindful of kindness. All that I desire of the Lord is to fear God and love me. En bon foy. I cannot show the love I O. I love and like my choice. Ryches be unstable And beuty wyll dekay, But faithful love will ever last Till death dryve it away. On a mediæval armillary ring, consisting of eight rings, one within the other, each having a portion of the motto: W. ♡ A. ☞ D. G. CS, T. L. A. L. A. R. CT. (Where heart and hand do give consent, There live and love and rest content.) Device--a golden apple. Vous le meritez. You deserve it. I change only in Death. Love I like thee; sweets requite mee. Faithfull ever, deceitful never. I like, I love, as turtle dove. As gold is pure, so love is shure. From ‘The Mysteries of Love and Eloquence; or, the Arts of Wooing and Complementing, as they are manag’d in the Spring Garden, Hide Park, the New Exchange, and other eminent places’ (London, 1658, pp. 154, 157): Thou wert not handsom, wise, but rich; ’Twas that which did my eyes bewitch. Divinely knit by God are we, Late one, now two, the pledge you see. We strangely met, and so do many, But now as true as ever any. As we begun so let’s continue. My beloved is mine and I am hers. True blue will never stain. Against thou goest I will provide another. Let him never take a wife That will not love her as his life. I do not repent that I gave my consent. What the eye saw the heart hath chosen. More faithful than fortunate. Love me little but love me long. Love him who gave thee this ring of gold, ’Tis he must kiss thee when thou ’rt old. This circle, though but small about, The devil, jealousy, shall keep out. If I think my wife is fair What need other people care. This ring is a token I give to thee That thou no tokens do change for me. My dearest Betty is good and pretty. I did then commit no folly When I married my sweet Molly. ’Tis fit men should not be alone, Which made Tom to marry Jone. Su is bonny, blythe, and brown; This ring hath made her now my own. Like Philis there is none; She truely loves her Choridon.