The Life of Sir Walter Ralegh, Knt, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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Cadell and Davies, 1806
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Page 19 - The shepherd 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.
Page 18 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 17 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 19 - 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...
Page 22 - Now what is love I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell. It is perhaps that sauncing bell, That tolls all in to heaven or hell: And this is love, as I heard tell.
Page 20 - Come live with me and be my dear, And we will revel all the year, In plains and groves, on hills and dales, Where fragrant air breeds sweetest gales.
Page 19 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Page 18 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 22 - A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe ; And he that proves shall find it so ; And, shepherd, this is love I trow.
Page 22 - Yet what is love? I prithee say. It is a work on holiday ; It is December matched with May, When lusty bloods, in fresh array, Hear ten months after of the play ; And this is love, as I hear say.

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