Come
live with me and be my Love,
And
we will all the pleasures prove
That
hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or
woods or steepy mountain yields.
And
we will sit upon the rocks,
And
see the shepards 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 out pretty lands we pull;
Fair-lined
slipers 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
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
CHRISTOPHER
MARLOWE