Quote#Wisdom
There is a garden in her face
Quote byThomas Campion · 1567–1620
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617), There Is a Garden in Her Face, st. 1.
English (original)
There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow; There cherries grow that none may buy, Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.
— Thomas Campion
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