WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET
Live with me, and be my love,
An we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yeilds.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepards feed their flocks.
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There I will make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps, and amber studs,
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
LOVES ANSWER
If that they world and love were young,
And truth were in every shepard's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
