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by Robert Herrick, 1648

Thou gav’st me leave to kiss,
  Thou gav’st me leave to woo;
Thou mad’st me think, by this
  And that, thou lov’dst me too.

But I shall ne’er forget
  How, for to make thee merry,
Thou mad’st me chop, but yet
  Another snapp’d the cherry.

Published in Hesperides

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