The Passionate Shepherd To His Love:
by Christopher Marlowe - 1599
Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields
woods or steepy mountains yields
And we will sit upon the 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 posies
A cap of flower, 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' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning
If these delights thy mind may moce
Then live with me and be my love.
