The Rock of Rubies and the Quarrie of Pearls

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 spake I to my girl,

To part her lips, and show me there

The quarelets of pearl.

[ One ask'd me where the roses grew,

I bade him not go seek;

But forthwith made my Julia show

A bud on either cheek. ]