The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
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Adapted from "The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh 
and from "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe

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.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.

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.

I will make thee beds of Roses
They soon wither
And one thousand fragrant posies
Soon forgotten
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
In folly ripe
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle
Your reason's rotten

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
Thy Coral clasp and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.