Whenas inn silks my Julia goes, <br />Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows <br />That liquefaction of her clothes. <br /> <br />Next, when I cast mine eyes and see <br />That brave vibration each way free ; <br />O how that glittering taketh me !<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-julia-s-clothes/
