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VII

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE

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
And 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,
15 Fair linéd 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.

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be

Prepared each day for thee and me.

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.

C. Marlowe

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VITI

OMNIA VINCIT

Fain would I change that note

To which fond Love hath charm'd me
Long long to sing by rote,

Fancying that that harm'd me:
Yet when this thought doth come
'Love is the perfect sum
Of all delight,'

I have no other choice
Either for pen or voice
To sing or write.

O Love! they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter,
When thy rich fruit is such
As nothing can be sweeter.
Fair house of joy and bliss,
Where truest pleasure is
I do adore thee:

I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,
And fall before thee!

Anon.

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IX

A MADRIGAL

Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;

Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather,
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:

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Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short,

Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold,

Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-
Age, I do abhor thee,

Youth, I do adore thee;

O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-

O sweet shepherd, hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

W. Shakespeare

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Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat-
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats

And pleased with what he gets-
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

W. Shakespeare

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XI

It was a lover and his lass

With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino!
That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

Between the acres of the rye
These pretty country folks would lie:
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower:

And therefore take the present time

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino!
For love is crownéd with the prime
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

Sweet lovers love the Spring.

W. Shakespeare

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XII

PRESENT IN ABSENCE

Absence, hear thou this protestation
Against thy strength,

Distance, and length;

Do what thou canst for alteration:

For hearts of truest mettle

Absence doth join, and Time doth settle.

Who loves a mistress of such quality,
His mind hath found

Affection's ground

Beyond time, place, and mortality.
To hearts that cannot vary

Absence is present, Time doth tarry.

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By absence this good means I gain,
That I can catch her,

Where none can match her,

In some close corner of my brain:
There I embrace and kiss her;
And so I both enjoy and miss her.

J. Donne

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VIA AMORIS

High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet
More oft than to a chamber-melody,-

5 Now, blessed you bear onward blessed me
To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet;
My Muse and I must you of duty greet

With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully;
Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed;
10 By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot;
Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed;
And that you know I envy you no lot

Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,—
Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss!
Sir P. Sidney

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ABSENCE

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require:

5 Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour

When you have bid your servant once adieu: