Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew:
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where:
Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and shew me there
The quarrelets of Pearl.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- To Enjoy The Time
- The Watch
- Wlt Punished Prospers Most
- Felicity Quick Of Flight
- His Poetry His Pillar