The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Kit Marlowe
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
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.
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The Shepherd’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.