Come Live With Me and Be My Love Christopher Marlowe
Come Live With Me and Be My Love Christopher Marlowe
By Christopher Marlowe
Come up alive with me and be my love,
And we volition all the pleasures evidence,
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 volition make thee beds of Roses
And a 1000 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;
Off-white 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 up live with me, and be my honey.
The Shepherds' Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may motion,
Then live with me, and be my love.
Poet Bio
Christopher Marlowe, the son of a shoemaker, was educated at Cambridge before he joined the Lord Admiral'southward Theatre Company in London. Like Shakespeare, a gimmicky whom he influenced, Marlowe worked as an actor as well as a dramatist. He wrote beautiful love poems and heroic plays, including Dr. Faustus and The Jew of Malta. His vivid career, though, was cutting tragically short when he was killed in a tavern fight at 29. See More By This Poet
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