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.
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Comment 2 of 2, added on June 14th, 2008 at 12:08 AM.
Robert Herrick compares his mistress`s lips to rip cherries. by comparing his mistress to a cherry Herrick emphasizes her freshness and beauty which are always the same even in the course of years.
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Robert Herrick compares his mistress`s lips to rip cherries. by comparing his mistress to a cherry Herrick emphasizes her freshness and beauty which are always the same even in the course of years.
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