Edmund Waller jotted down great poem About love named as On A Girdle.Here is complete Text of the poem.
On A Girdle.
That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this hath done.
It was my heaven’s extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer;
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that’s good, and all that’s fair:
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.