The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

    And we will all the pleasures prove

    That hills and valleys， dales and fields，

    Or woods or steepy mountain yields.

    And we will sit upon the rocks，

    And see 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

    Embroider‘d all with leaves of myrtle.

    A gown made of the finest wool

    Which from our pretty lambs we pull；

    Fair-linèd 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.

    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.