1If all the world and love were young,
2And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
3These pretty pleasures might me move,
4To live with thee, and be thy love.
5Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
6When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
7And Philomel becometh dumb,
8The rest complains of cares to come.
9The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
10To wayward winter reckoning yields,
11A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
12Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.
13Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
14Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
15Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
16In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
17Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
18The Coral clasps and amber studs,
19All these in me no means can move
20To come to thee and be thy love.
21But could youth last, and love still breed,
22Had joys no date, nor age no need,
23Then these delights my mind might move
24To live with thee, and be thy love.
1If all the world and love were young,
2And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
3These pretty pleasures might me move,
4To live with thee, and be thy love.
5Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
6When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
7And Philomel becometh dumb,
8The rest complains of cares to come.
9The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
10To wayward winter reckoning yields,
11A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
12Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.
13Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
14Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
15Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
16In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
17Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
18The Coral clasps and amber studs,
19All these in me no means can move
20To come to thee and be thy love.
21But could youth last, and love still breed,
22Had joys no date, nor age no need,
23Then these delights my mind might move
24To live with thee, and be thy love.
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,
When 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.
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,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
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