Editor's note: English poet Robert Herrick absolutely adored his wife Julia and wrote several poems about her. Here are two:
When as in silks, my Julia goes, then, then, methinks how sweetly flows the liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see that brave vibration each way free,
O, how that glittering taketh me!
Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me behold that circummortal purity;
Between those glories, there my lips I’ll lay,
Ravished in that fair Via Lactea.
On Julia’s breasts...
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