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 - JSEutOC ,fv 7Zr pfijjionnte Shepherd to hU...
JSEutOC ,fv 7Zr pfijjionnte Shepherd to hU love. I I I to. DY SHAKLSVEARE. t. vaft . tVOMEIive wWli me, and be my love, "AnJ tve will ill iti pleasure proie, "" 1 hat hi!!i and valli.s, dale uJ field, .. yinil all the trsfcfy mountain yield. 'TJiere'will we tit upon (lie fecks, AnJ see the shepherd's fee J their flocls, Hj shallow rivcr,1y nliose fall Mtlci'.if us birds ting mailrijals t , There will 1 mKe thee beds f roses, And then' thousand flagrant potlas ) A csp of flowers, and a kirtle . Embroidcr'd all whh leaves vt tijrtlei A jpwn mvle rf the finest wool, Width from our pretty lambs we pull I'm? lined slippers for the cold, "With buckets of the purest 50IJ i t A belt cf straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber j twli. ' - And if these plcamret majr thee move, Come live whit me and be my lote. Thy silver dishes far thy meat, As precious as Uie gods do cat, Still on an Ivory table bo PrejiaV'd, each day,'' for thee and ire. The thephefal sWams shall dance andiinf, Tertbydcjlght, each May mornlrg. If thqse dhghts thy mind may move. Come Irse l.b. racand bo my love. The Nymph's reply to the Shephtrct. - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, Theic pretty pleasures might me move, To lire with thee, and be thy fove. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When titers rage, and roctt grow coidl And Philomel becomcth damo, And all complain of cares'to come t The flowers do fade, and wan'on Gelds To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tonjue, a heart of call, ' """ Is fancy 'i spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses, Thy cap, thy.kirtle, and thy pouei. Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, 1 - t 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 and be thy love. Whit theUd we talk of dainties then. Of better meat than's t for menj These rre buu ain j that's only good. Which God 1 atlf blessM? and sent for food. But could yo.i'hlist, and love still breed, Had joys no date, sml age no need, Then these deli jhts my mind might move, To I. vc n itU thee, and be thy love i i on It tie at meft theft fueat tat tn end of ent neatd nobis been fifed elt ,ons, lources pIo Ulal her and cdas this

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  1. Poughkeepsie Journal,
  2. 06 Dec 1803, Tue,
  3. Page 4

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