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THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.
COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks; By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There will I make thee beds of roses, With a thousand fragrant posies; A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy bads, With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Then 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.
SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
THE NYMPH's REPLY TO THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.
that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
But time drives flocks from field to fold,
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds,
But could youth last and love still breed,
THE SOUL's ERRAND.
soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand,
Go, since I needs must die,
Go, tell the court it glows,
And shines like rotten wood,
If church and court reply,
Tell potentates, they live
Acting by others actions,
If potentates reply,
Tell men of high condition,
That rule affairs of state,
And if they once reply,
Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
And if they make reply,
Tell zeal it lacks devotion,
Tell love it is but last, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust.
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteth,
Tell honour how it alters, Tell beauty how she blasteth, Tell favour how she falters. And as they shall reply
Give each of them the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over wiseness. And if they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie. Tell physic of her beldness,
Tell skill it is pretension, Tell charity of coldness, Tell law it is contention.
And as they yield reply,
So give them still the lie.
Tell nature of decay,
And if they dare reply,
Then give them all the lie.
But vary by esteeming,
If arts and schools reply,
Tell faith it's fled the city, cyst!?
So when thou hast, as
Commanded thee, done blabbing;
THE SILENT LOVER.
PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams;
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb : So, when affections yield discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come. They that are rich in words must needs discover, They are but poor in that which makes a lover.i Wrong not, sweet mistress of my heart,
The merit of true passion, *
With thinking that he feels no smart
Since if my plaints were not t'approve
1 It comes not from defect of love,