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03-04-05, 01:16 AM
Come and 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 wewill sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the sheperds 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 flowers, and a kirtle,
Embroidered all with the leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair lined slipers for the cold,
With buckels of the purest gold.
A belt of straw andivy-buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs,
And if these may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love!
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each each May morning.
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then comelive with me, and be my love!
The passionate shepherd to his love.......Christopher Marlowe
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