Berries

The Tempest, [1.2.334-340]. Prosp. “When thou cam’st first/ Thou strok’st me and made much of me, wouldst give me/ Water with berries in ‘t, and teach me how/ To name the bigger light, and how the less,/ That burn by day and night; and then I lov’d thee/ And show’d thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,/ The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile./

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