Christopher Marlowe The Passionate his Love Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales 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, Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool A belt of straw and ivy-buds, The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing A Fragment I walked along a stream, for pureness rare, Brighter than sunshine; for it did acquaint The dullest sight with all the glorious prey That in the pebble-paved channel lay. No molten crystal, but a richer mine, Even Nature's rarest alchemy ran there; Diamonds resolved, and substance more divine, Through whose bright gliding current might appear A thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine, Enamelling the banks, made them more dear Than ever was that glorious Palace gate Where the day - shining Sun in triumph sate. Upon this brim the eglantine and rose, The tamarisk, olive, and the almond tree, As kind companions, in one union grows, Folding their twining arms, as oft we see Turtle-taught lovers, either other close, Their leaves, that differed both in shape and show, Though all were green, yet difference such in green, Like to the checkered bent of Iris' bow, Prided the running main, as it had been Come unto these yellow sands, Foot it featly here and there; The watch-dogs bark: Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting cnanticleer |