-Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and field,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields...
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
-The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
-A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
-All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy Love.
-The shepherd swains 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.
-But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy Love.
Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)
Sir Walter Raleigh (1552?-1618)
