And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies;

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroider'd o'er

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 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.

Christopher Marlowe.

SWEET is the ship, that, under sail

Spreads her white bosom to the gale; Sweet, oh! sweet's the flowing can;

Sweet to poise the lab'ring oar