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,
Ravished in that fair Vis Lactea.

 

                             ---Robert Herrick



Upon the Nipples of Julia's Breast

 

Have you beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows, half drowned 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.

                       ---Robert Herrick