Fruit

"The kindly fruits of the earth."

"Here mulberries bleed; the grape’s lithe cluster bends; And blue the rush-bound cucumber depends."

"Whig and whey whilst thou lust, And bramble-berries, Pie-lid and pastry-crust, Pears, plums, and cherries."

"The barberry and currant must escape Though her small clusters imitate the grape."

"Nothing great is produced suddenly, since not even the grape or the fig is. If you say to me now that you want a fig, I will answer to you that it requires time: let it flower first, then put forth fruit, and then ripen."

"Plant Trees you may, and see them shoot Up with your Children, to be serv’d To your clean Boards, and the fair’st Fruit To be preserv’d: And learn to use their several Gums; ’Tis innocence in the sweet blood Of Cherry, Apricocks and Plums To be imbru’d."

"And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat."

"Eve, with her basket, was Deep in the bells and grass Wading in bells and grass Up to her knees, Picking a dish of sweet Berries and plums to eat, Down in the bells and grass Under the trees."

"Silver-pink peach, venetian green glass of medlars and sorb-apples."

"He it is Who produceth gardens trellised and untrellised, and the date-palm, and crops of divers flavour, and the olive and the pomegranate, like and unlike. Eat ye of the fruit thereof when it fruiteth, and pay the due thereof upon the harvest day, and be not prodigal."

"Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?"

"Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat."

"But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me."

"Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarred, Nor taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays Mature, john-apple, nor the downy peach."

"I lose the sunlight, lovely above all else; Bright stars I loved the next, and the moon’s face, Ripe gourds, and fruit of apple-tree and pear."

"Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy...""

"May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst."

"Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries."

"The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality."

"Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe."

"Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched."

"The ripest fruit first falls."

"Superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live."

"My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon."

"Let other lands, exulting, glean The apple from the pine, The orange from its glossy green, The cluster from the vine."

"A little peach in an orchard grew,— A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew It grew."

"Why so velvety, why so voluptuous heavy? Why hanging with such inordinate weight? Why so indented? Why the groove? Why the lovely, bivalve roundnesses? Why the ripple down the sphere? Why the suggestion of incision?"

"As touching peaches in general, the very name in Latine whereby they are called Persica, doth evidently show that they were brought out of Persia first."

"The ripest peach is highest on the tree."

"Now, Sire," quod she, "for aught that may bityde, I moste haue of the peres that I see, Or I moote dye, so soore longeth me To eten of the smalle peres grene."

"The great white pear-tree dropped with dew from leaves And blossom, under heavens of happy blue."

"A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough."

"Two-thirds of the apples and nine-tenths of the pears that we eat are imported, not to mention two thirds of the cheese. And that is a disgrace. From the apple that dropped on Isaac Newton’s head to the orchards of nursery rhymes, this fruit has always been a part of Britain. I want our children to grow up enjoying the taste of British apples as well as Cornish sardines, Norfolk turkey, Melton Mowbray pork pies, Wensleydale cheese, Herefordshire pears and of course black pudding."

"Sharp-tasted citrons Median climes produce, (Bitter the rind, but generous is the juice,) A cordial fruit, a present antidote Against the direful stepdame's deadly draught."

"Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement’s."

"Over the fence — Strawberries — grow — Over the fence — I could climb — if I tried, I know — Berries are nice!"

"Ripe figs won’t keep."

"I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes."

"Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are."