Nymph of the garden where all beauties be, <br />Beauties which do in excellency pass <br />His who till death look'd in a wat'ry glass, <br />Or hers, whom naked the Trojan boy did see; <br /> <br />Sweet garden nymph, which keeps the cherry tree <br />Whose fruit doth far th'Hesperian taste surpass; <br />Most sweet-fair, most fair-sweet, do not alas, <br />From coming near those cherries banish me: <br /> <br />For though full of desire, empty of wit, <br />Admitted late by your best-graced Grace, <br />I caught at one of them a hungry bit, <br /> <br />Pardon that fault. Once more grant me the place <br />And I do swear e'en by the same delight, <br />I will but kiss, I never more will bite.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-82-nymph-of-the-garden/
