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 And as there plenty grows Of laurel everywhere— Apollo's sacred tree— You it may see A poet's brows To crown, that may sing there.

Thy Voyages attend,  Industrious Hakluyt,     Whose reading shall inflame     Men to seek fame, And much commend   To after times thy wit. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE 1564-93   121. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Come live with me and be my 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.