Upon the Loss of his Mistresses.

Upon the Loss of his Mistresses

I Have lost and lately these Many dainty mistresses Starely Julia prime of all Sapho next a principal
Smooth Anthea for a skin White and Heaven-Like crystalline Sweet Electra and the choice Myrrha for the lute and voice Next Corinna for her wit And for the graceful use of it With perilla all are gone Only Herrick's left alone For to number sorrow by Their departures hence and die.


Cherry ripe,ripe,ripe I Cry Full and Fair ones come and buy If so be you ask me where They do grow? I answer There Where my julia's lip do smile There's the land or cherry Isle Whose plantations fully show All the year where Cherries grow.

Smooth Anthea for a skin White and Heaven-Like crystalline Sweet Electra and the choice Myrrha for the lute and voice Next Corinna for her wit And for the graceful use of it With perilla all are gone Only Herrick's left alone For to number sorrow by Their departures hence and die.


Cherry ripe,ripe,ripe I Cry Full and Fair ones come and buy If so be you ask me where They do grow? I answer There Where my julia's lip do smile There's the land or cherry Isle Whose plantations fully show All the year where Cherries grow.