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