Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Cherry-Ripe

CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow. 

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Upon the Detracter
3. Upon Wrinkles
4. Casualties
5. Upon Tears

Thomas Campion (Томас Кэмпион) Cherry-Ripe ("There is a garden in her face")

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