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. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
2. The Present; or, The Bag of the Bee
3. To the Handsome Mistress Grace Potter
4. The Lily in a Crystal
5. Lovers How They Come and Part

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

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