Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
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You've missed the point completely, Julia: There were no tigers. That was the point.
Julia: how Irishly you sacrifice Love to pity, pity to ill-humour, Yourself to love, still haggling at the price.
When as in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes.
Robert HerrickSome asked me where the rubies grew,And nothing I did say;But with my finger pointed toThe lips of Julia.
Robert HerrickTowards Livia, too, exorbitant was the flattering court of the Senate. Some were for decreeing her the general title of Mother; others the more particular one of Mother Of Her Country; and almost all moved, that to the name of Tiberius should be added, The Son Of Julia: Tiberius urged in answer, that "public honours to women ought to be warily adjudged, and with a sparing hand; and that with the same measure of moderation he would receive such as were presented to himself."
tiberiusSome asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Robert Herrick