< The Hesperides & Noble Numbers < Hesperides
189. TO CHERRY-BLOSSOMS.
Ye may simper, blush and smile,
And perfume the air awhile;
But, sweet things, ye must be gone,
Fruit, ye know, is coming on;
Then, ah! then, where is your grace,
Whenas cherries come in place?
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