And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And we will make three beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made od a finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair lined slipper for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasure may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherd swans shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
Copy write by: CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE
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