THE PASSIONATE SHEEPHEARD TO HIS LOUE by Marlowe

 Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)


THE PASSIONATE SHEEPHEARD TO HIS LOUE


Come liue with mee and be my loue,

And we will all the pleasures proue,

That Vallies, groues, hills and fieldes,

Woods, or steepie mountaine yeeldes.


And wee will sit vpon the Rocks,

Seeing the Sheepheards feede theyr flocks

By shallow Riuers, to whose falls

Melodious byrds sing Madrigalls.


And I will make thee beds of Roses,

And a thousand fragrant poesies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,

Imbroydred all with leaues of Mirtle.


A gowne made of the finest wooll,

Which from our pretty Lambes we pull,

Fayre lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold.


A belt of straw and Iuie buds,

With Corall clasps and Amber studs,

And if these pleasures may thee moue,

Come liue with mee, and be my loue.


The Sheepheards Swaines shall daunce & sing

For thy delight each May-morning.

If these delights thy minde may moue,

Then liue with mee, and be my loue.

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