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Her breast, a place for beauty’s throne most fit,
Bears up two globes where love and pleasure sit,
Which, headed with two rich, round rubies, show
Like wanton rosebuds growing out of snow;
And in the milky valley that’s between
Sits Cupid, kissing of his mother queen,
Fingering the paps that feel like sievèd silk,
And press’d a little they will weep pure milk.

— Robert Herrick

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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
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And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

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If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right;
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