The Passionate Shepherd to His LoveCome live with me, and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills and fields,Woods, or steepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon the rocks,Seeing the shepherds feed their flocksBy shadow rivers, to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals.And I will make thee beds of roses,And a thousand fragrant posies;A cap of flowers, and a
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