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“Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the Rocks, Seeing 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 Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty Lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and Ivy buds, With Coral clasps and Amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love. The Shepherds’ 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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Book:The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
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Christopher Marlowe
Christopher Marlowe

Christopher Marlowe was an English dramatist, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era. He is known for his work in the development of English drama, particularly his use of blank verse and his portrayal of antiheroes. Marlowe's plays, including 'Doctor Faustus' and 'Tamburlaine the Great', are considered foundational in the English Renaissance. more

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