The Passionate
Shepherd to His Love
by Christopher
Marlowe
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 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 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' 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.
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