A Book of old English love songs . C^e ^ajsjsionate ^ep^ett) to ^te Lobe Come live with me and be my Love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat hills and valleys, dale and field,And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocksAnd see the shepherds feed their flocks,By shallow rivers, to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant posies,A cap of flowers, and a kirtleEmbroiderd all with leaves of myrtle. [32]. ®tje JBaMonate £>\)tp\)txb to t)i0 Ilote A gown made of the finest wool,Which from our pretty lambs we
A Book of old English love songs . C^e ^ajsjsionate ^ep^ett) to ^te Lobe Come live with me and be my Love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat hills and valleys, dale and field,And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocksAnd see the shepherds feed their flocks,By shallow rivers, to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant posies,A cap of flowers, and a kirtleEmbroiderd all with leaves of myrtle. [32]. ®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]
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