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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.   There will we sit upon the rocks         5And 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,  10A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle.   A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair linèd slippers for the cold,  15With 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.  20  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  25For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love.