THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, and hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks.
Seeing 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

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined 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.

Kit Mari.ow.

LOVES SERVILE LOT.

The will she robbeth from the wit,
The sense from reason's lore;

She is delightful in the rind.
Corrupted in the core.

She shroudeth vice in virtue's veil,

Pretending good in ill;
She offereth joy, affordeth grief,

A kiss where she doth kill.

A honey-shower rains from her lips, Sweet lights shine in her face;

She hath the blush of virgin mind, The mind of viper's race.

She makes thee seek, yet fear to find

To find, but not enjoy: In many frowns some gliding smiles

She yields to more annoy.

She woos thee to come near her fire, Yet doth she draw it from thee;

Far off she makes thy heart to fry, And yet to freeze within thee.

She letteth fall some luring baits

For fools to gather up;
Too sweet, too sour, to every taste

She tempereth her cup.