Jonnas Roy D. FuentesBSN 419August 2009
The Passionate Shepherd toHis Loveby Christopher Marlowe1599
Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fieldsWoods or steepy mountain yieldsAnd we will sit upon the rocks,Seeing the shepherds feed theirflocksBy shallow rivers to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals.And I will make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant posies,A cap of flower, and a kirtleEmbroidered all with leaves of myrtle;A gown made of the finest woolWhich from our pretty lambs we pull;Fair lined slippers for the coldWith buckles of the purest gold;A belt of straw and ivy buds,With coral clasps and amber studs;And if these pleasures may theemove,Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall danceand singFor thy delight each May morning:If these delights thy mind maymove, Then live with me and be mylove.
The Nymph's Reply to theShepherdby Sir Walter Raleigh1600
If all the world and love wereyoung,And truth in every shepherd'stongue, These pretty pleasures might memove To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from fieldto fold,When rivers rage and rocks growcold;And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complain of cares tocome. The flowers do fade, and wantonfields To wayward winter reckoning