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第19页 - 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.
第17页 - IF 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.
第19页 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
第22页 - Now what is love I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell. It is perhaps that sauncing bell, That tolls all in to heaven or hell: And this is love, as I heard tell.
第20页 - Come live with me and be my dear, And we will revel all the year, In plains and groves, on hills and dales, Where fragrant air breeds sweetest gales.
第19页 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
第18页 - 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 studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
第22页 - A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe ; And he that proves shall find it so ; And, shepherd, this is love I trow.