CHERRY-RIPE

Cherrie Ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I cry,

Full and faire ones; come and buy:

If so be you ask me where

They doe grow? I answer, There,

Where my Julia's lips doe smile;

There's the Land, or Cherrie Ile:

Whose Plantations fully show

All the yeare, where Cherries grow.

Robert Herrick