Strawberries

"Personally I am very fond of strawberries and cream, but I have found that for some strange reason, fish prefer worms. So when I went fishing, I didn’t think about what I wanted. I thought about what they wanted. I didn't bait the hook with strawberries and cream."

"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about. Strawberry Fields forever."

"It was the wild strawberries, beneath dewy leaves on an almost-summer morning, who gave me my sense of the world, my place in it. [...] Even now, after more than fifty Strawberry Moons, finding a patch of wild strawberries still touches me with a sensation of surprise, a feeling of unworthiness and gratitude for the generosity and kindness that comes with an unexpected gift all wrapped in red and green. "Really? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have." After fifty years they still raise the question of how to respond to their generosity. Sometimes it feels like a silly question with a very simple answer: eat them."

"The praty strawbery;"

"Strawberries swimming in the creame,"

"There from the tree We’ll cherries plucke, and pick the strawbery."

"Whilst creeping near the humble Ground, Shou’d the Strawberry be found Springing wheresoe’er I stray’d, Thro’ those Windings and that Shade."

"Open hither, open hence, Scarce a bramble weaves a fence, Where the strawberry runs red, With white star-flower overhead;"

"Over the fence — Strawberries — grow — Over the fence — I could climb — if I tried, I know — Berries are nice!But — if I stained my Apron — God would certainly scold! Oh, dear, — I guess if He were a Boy — He'd — climb — if He could!"

"He conducted her about the lawns, and flower-beds, and conservatories; and thence to the fruit-garden and greenhouses, where he asked her if she liked strawberries.“Yes,” said Tess, “when they come.”“They are already here.” D’Urberville began gathering specimens of the fruit for her, handing them back to her as he stooped; and, presently, selecting a specially fine product of the “British Queen” variety, he stood up and held it by the stem to her mouth.“No—no!” she said quickly, putting her fingers between his hand and her lips. “I would rather take it in my own hand.”“Nonsense!” he insisted; and in a slight distress she parted her lips and took it in.They had spent some time wandering desultorily thus, Tess eating in a half-pleased, half-reluctant state whatever d’Urberville offered her. When she could consume no more of the strawberries he filled her little basket with them; and then the two passed round to the rose-trees, whence he gathered blossoms and gave her to put in her bosom."

"Like strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones."

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