Wild Strawberry

If you were wondering about the Robert Herrick poem that appears in Hedgerow (and if you don't have the book, maybe this will encourage you to buy it!) here it is in full:

UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST

 
HAVE ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white ?
Or else a cherry, double grac'd,
Within a lily centre plac'd ?
Or ever mark'd the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half-drown'd in cream ?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl and orient too ?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.

     
...and here is another one:

UPON JULIA'S BREASTS.

DISPLAY thy breasts, my Julia—there let me
Behold that circummortal purity,
Between whose glories there my lips I'll lay,
Ravish'd in that fair via lactea.

...and another one:

UPON THE ROSES IN JULIA'S BOSOM.

THRICE happy roses, so much grac'd to have
Within the bosom of my love your grave.
Die when ye will, your sepulchre is known,
Your grave her bosom is, the lawn the stone.

Now take a cold shower.