by Robert Herrick
Some asked me where the rubies grew,
And nothing did I say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some asked how pearls did grow, and where;
Then spake I to my girl,
To part her lips and show me there
The quarelets of pearl.
One asked me where the roses grew;
I bade him not go seek,
But forthwith bade my Julia show
A but in either cheek.