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There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow:
There cherries grow which none may buy
Till 'Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry.

— Edmund Waller Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham (1857)

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Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Poetical Works of Edmund Waller and Sir John Denham (1857)

For all we know
Of what the blessed do above
Is, that they sing, and that they love.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know;
'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.

Love only enters as a native there,
For born in heav'n, it does but sojourn here.

Of Divine Love (1686)

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