A Book of old English love songs . ®tje JBaMonate £>\)tp\)txb to t)i0 Ilote 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 budsWith 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 meatAs precious as the gods do eat,Shall on an ivory table bePrepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and singFor thy delight each May-morning:If these delights thy mind may move,Then live with me and b
A Book of old English love songs . ®tje JBaMonate £>\)tp\)txb to t)i0 Ilote 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 budsWith 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 meatAs precious as the gods do eat,Shall on an ivory table bePrepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and singFor thy delight each May-morning:If these delights thy mind may move,Then live with me and be my Love. — Christopher Marlowe. [33]. AKE, O take those lips awayThat so sweetly were forsworn,And those eyes, like break of day,Lights that do mislead the morn:But my kisses bring again, Bring again —Seals of love, but seald in vain, Seald in vain ! — William Shakespeare. [34]
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