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SONNETS, &c
But soft enough, too much I feare,
Least that my mistresse heare my song,
She will not stick to round me on th' are,
To teach my toung to be so long:
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To heare her secrets so bewraid.

LIVE with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and vallies, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yeeld.

There will we sit upon the Rocks,
And see the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

There will I make thee a bed of Roses,
With a thousand fragrant poses,
A cap of flowers, and a Kirtle
Imbrodered all with leaves of Mirtle.

A belt of Straw and Yuye buds,
With Coral Clasps and Amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me, and be my Love.

Loves