Come live with
me and be my love,
And we will
all the pleasures prove
That valleys,
groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or
steepy mountain yields.
And we will
sit upon rocks,
Seeing the
shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow
rivers to whose falls
Melodious
birds sing madrigals.
And I will
make thee beds of roses
And a thousand
fragrant poises,
A cap of
flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered
all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of
the finest wool
Which from our
pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined
slippers for the cold,
With buckles
of the purest gold;
A belt of
straw and ivy buds,
With coral
clasps and amber studs;
And if these
pleasures may thee move,
Come live with
me, and be my love.
The
shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy
delight each May morning:
If these
delights thy mind may move,
Then live with
me and be my love.
Christopher
Marlowe
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