the passionate shepherd to his love by christopher marlowe

come live with me and be my love
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 i will make thee beds of roses
and a thuosand fragrant posies
a cap of flowers and a kirtle
embroidered all with leaves of myrtle

a gown made of the finest wool
which from our pretty lambs we pull
fair lined slippers for the cold
with buchles of the purest gold

a belt of straw and ivybuds
with coral clasps and amber studs
and if these pleasures may thee move
come live with me and be my 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
i know its hard to find such love but its not impossible