87 Her Bed
See’st thou that cloud as silver clear,
Plump, soft, and swelling every where?
’Tis Julia’s bed, and she sleeps there.
88 The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
Some ask’d me where the Rubies grew:
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some ask’d how Pearls did grow, and where:
Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and shew me there
The quarrelets of Pearl.