By Christopher Marlowe<\/p>\n
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Come live with me and be my love,
\nAnd we will all the pleasures prove
\nThat hills and vallies, dales and fields,
\nWoods or steepy mountain yields.<\/p>\n
And we will sit upon the rocks,
\nSeeing the shepherds feed their flocks
\nBy shallow rivers to whose falls
\nMelodious birds sing madrigals.<\/p>\n
And I will make thee beds of roses
\nAnd a thousand fragrant posies,
\nA cup of flowers and a kirtle
\nEmbroidered all with leaves of myrtle.<\/p>\n
A gown made of the finest wooll
\nWhich from our pretty lambs we pull;
\nFair-lin\u00e8d slippers for the cold,
\nWith buckles of the purest gold.<\/p>\n
A belt of straw and ivy-buds,
\nWith coral clasps and amber studs;
\nAn if these pleasures may thee move,
\nCome live with me, and be my love.<\/p>\n
The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing
\nFor thy delight each May-morning:
\nIf these delights thy mind may move,
\nThen live with me, and be my love.<\/p>\n
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