"There's plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvvelling around when you've got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when they've got one, and you beg for the core, and remind them how you give them a core one time, they make a mouth at you, and say thank you 'most to death, but there ain't a-going to be no core."

"Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow."

"And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising out of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer—apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of time's vicissitude."

"The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play."

"To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen."

"Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye, But turns to ashes on the lips!"

"Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough A-top on the topmost twig—which the pluckers forgot, somehow— Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now."

"How we apples swim."

"After the conquest of Afric, Greece, the lesser Asia, and Syria were brought into Italy all the sorts of their Mala, which we interprete apples, and might signify no more at first: but were afterwards applied to many other foreign fruits."

"The kindly fruits of the earth."

"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."

"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."

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

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

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

"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."

"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?"

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

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

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

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

"The ripest fruit first falls."

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

"Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe."

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

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

"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."

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

"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."

"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."

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

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

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

"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!"