Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 82

Nymph of the garden where all beauties be;
     Beauties which do in excellency pass
     His who till death looked in a watery glass,
Or hers, whom naked the Trojan boy did see;
Sweet garden nymph, which keeps the cherry tree,
     Whose fruit doth far th’Hesperian taste surpass;
     Most sweet-fair, most fair-sweet, do not, alas,
From coming near those cherries banish me.
     For though, full of desire, empty of wit,
Admitted late by your best-graced grace,
I caught at one of them a hungry bit,
Pardon that fault, once more grant me the place,
     And I do swear, even by the same delight,
     I will but kiss, I never more will bite.