The Passionate Shephered to his Love

       Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasure  prove. That valleys grows, wills and file eds.Woods or sleepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon the rocks seeing the shepered feeds their flocks.By shallow revers to whose falls.Melodies birds sings madrigds, and I will make the bed of roses, and a thousands fragrant posies, a cup of flower and a kiltle, embroider all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the first wood, which our from pretty lambs we pull fair lined, slippers for the cold, with buckles of the purest gold, a belt of strew and buds, with coral class. And if this pleasure may the more, come line with we and be my love. The sheppered swairs shall dance and sing for thy delight each may morning. f this delight thy wind may move, Then live with me and be my love