Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys,dales and fields.
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies:
Acap of floweras, 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-lined slippers for the cold
With bucklesof the purest gold.
COME LIVE WITH ME AND BE MY LOVE
Christopher Marlowe