- Shakespeare. Live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
355 That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yields.
- Shakespeare. There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
360 Melodious birds sing madrigals.
- Shakespeare. There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
365
- Shakespeare. A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me and be my love.
- Shakespeare. [Love's Answer]
370
If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
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