Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls

Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew:
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where:
Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and shew me there
The quarrelets of Pearl.

1. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
2. Loss from the Least
3. No Pains, No Gains
4. Tears and Laughter
5. To Enjoy the Time

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