Come live with me, and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields
And all the craggy mountains yields
If all the world and love were young
And truth in ev’ry shepherd’s tongue
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love
And we will sit upon the rocks
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields
And all the craggy mountains yields
If all the world and love were young
And truth in ev’ry shepherd’s tongue
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love
And we will sit upon the rocks
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall
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