THE ROCK OF RUBIES AND THE QUARRY OFPEARLS

 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.

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