The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove
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COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove
IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
WHO is Silvia? What is she? That all our swains commend her?
ON a day—alack the day!— Love, whose month is ever May,
WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white,
WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier,
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands:
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
FULL fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made;
TELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head?
O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear! your true love’s coming,
COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid;
UNDER the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me,
BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind
IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
SHALL I compare thee to a Summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep,
DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;
STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast;
FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my Lady rideth!
THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such