Love Poems From Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasure prove,
That valleys, graves, hills, and fields,
Wood or steepy mountain yields.






And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their folks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls,
Melodious bird sing madrigals.

And I will make thee bed of roses,
And a thaousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull ;
Fair lined slippers the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold ;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs :
And if these pleasure mat thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning :
If these delight thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.