THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

     Come live with me and be my Love,

     And we will all the pleasures prove

     That hills and valleys, dale and field,

     And all the craggy mountains yield.

     There will we sit upon the rocks

     And see the shepherds feed their flocks

     By shallow rivers, to whose falls

     Melodious birds sing madrigals.

     There will I make thee beds of roses

     And a thousand fragrant posies,

     A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

     Embroider'd 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.

     Thy silver dishes for thy meat

     As precious as the gods do eat,

     Shall on an ivory table be

     Prepared each day for thee and me.

     The shepherd 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.

     C. MARLOWE.