Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
-O how that glittering taketh me!
Upon Julia's Clothes
Robert Herrick
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