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Upon His Kinswoman, Mistress Bridget Herrick.
By Robert Herrick
Sweet Bridget blush'd, and therewithal
Fresh blossoms from her cheeks did fall.
I thought at first 'twas but a dream,
Till after I had handled them
And smelt them, then they smelt to me
As blossoms of the almond tree.
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His Kinswoman, Bridget Herrick, eldest daughter of his brother Nicholas.
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