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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.

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(WRITTEN BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH) "F all the world and love were young,

And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time dnvcb flocks from field to fold; When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becomcth dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields' A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studb, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy Love.

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