A CHARADE.
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They sing in quartette:
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, and hills and fields,
The woods or steepy mountains yields.
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, and hills and fields,
The woods or steepy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks.
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
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 thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered o'er with leaves of myrtle.
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered o'er with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
My shepherd swains shall dance and sing,
Tor thy delight, each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.[1]
Tor thy delight, each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.[1]
- ↑ By Christopher Marlowe. 1593.
