Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))
The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
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.
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