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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

From the New York Tribune, January 5, 1913.
 By Christopher Marlowe.
 

 Come, live with me and be my love,
 And we will all the pleasures prove
 That hills and valleys, dales and field
 And all the craggy mountains yield.
 
 There we will 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
 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.
 
 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.
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