Upon Julia’s Breasts
Robert Herrick
Display thy breasts, my Julia—there let me Behold that circummortal purity, Between whose glories there my lips I’ll lay, Ravish’d in that fair via lactea.
Display thy breasts, my Julia—there let me Behold that circummortal purity, Between whose glories there my lips I’ll lay, Ravish’d in that fair via lactea.