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.

by Robert Herrick 1591–1674, English poet and clergyman, in ‘Cherry-Ripe’ (1648)

 

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