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(5) And wee will sit vpon the Rocks, Seeing the Sheepheards feede theyr flocks, By shallow Riuers, to whose falls, Melodious byrds sings Madrigalls.
And I will make thee beds of Roses, (10) And a thousand fragrant poesies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Imbroydred all with leaues of Mirtle.
A gowne made of the finest wooll, Which from our pretty Lambes we pull, (15) Fayre lined slippers for the cold: With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw, and Iuie buds, With Corall clasps and Amber studs, And if these pleasures may thee moue, (20) Come liue with mee, and be my loue.
The Sheepheards Swaines shall daunce & sing, For thy delight each May-morning, If these delights thy minde may moue; Then liue with mee, and be my loue.

FINIS. Chr. Marlow.

¶ The Nimphs reply to the Sheepheard. +

I F all the world and loue were young, And truth in euery Sheepheards tongue, These pretty pleasures might me moue, To liue with thee, and be thy loue.
(5) Time driues the flocks from field to fold, When Riuers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomell + becommeth dombe, The rest complaines of cares to come.