Amber

"An artist to my father’s palace came, With gold and amber chains, elaborate frame: Each female eye the glittering links employ; They turn, review, and cheapen every toy."

"A bracelet rich with gold, with amber gay, That shot effulgence like the solar ray, Eurymachus presents."

"Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber-weeping tree, Makes sorrow half so rich, As the drops distill’d from thee. Sorrow’s best jewels lie in these Caskets of which Heaven keeps the keys."