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ROBERT HERRICK

��2?6. 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.

��257. A Meditation for his Mistress

��are a tulip seen to-day, But, dearest, of so short a stay That where you grew scarce man can say.

You are a lovely July-flower,

Yet one rude wind or ruffling shower

Will force you hence, and in an hour.

You are a sparkling rose i' th' bud, Yet lost ere that chaste flesh and blood Can show where you or grew or stood.

You are a full-spread, fair-set vine, And can with tendrils love entwine, Yet dried ere you distil your wine.

You are like balm enclosed well

In amber or some crystal shell,

Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell.

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