The Passio nateShephe rd To His Love1COME live with me, and be my love;And we will all the pleasu res proveThat hillsand valley s, dalesand fields, Woodsor steepy mounta in yields.2And we will sit upon the rocks,Seeing the shephe rds feed theirflocksBy shallo w rivers, to whosefallsMelodi ous birdssing madrig als.3And I will make thee beds of roses,And a thousa nd fragra nt posies;A cap of flower s, and a kirtleEmbroi der'd all with leaves of myrtle4A gown made of the finest woolWhichfrom our pretty lambswe pull;Fair-linedslippe rs for the cold,With buckle s of the purest gold;5A belt of strawand ivy-buds,With coralclasps and amberstuds:And if thesepleasu res may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.6The shephe rd-swains shalldanceand sing For thy deligh t each May mornin g:If thesedeligh ts thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love.Song to CeliaBy：Ben JonsonDrinkto me only with thineeyesAnd I will pledge with mineOr leavea kiss but in the cupAnd I'll not look for wineThe thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drinkdivineBut mightI of Jove's Nectar supI wouldnot change for thineI sent thee late a rosy wreathNot so much honori ng theeAs giving it a hope, that thereIt couldnot wither ed beBut thou thereon did'st only breath e And sent'st it back to meSincewhen it grows, and smells, I swearNot of itself. but theeJohn Donne- SongGo, and catcha fallin g star,Get with childa mandra ke root,Tell me whereall past yearsare,Or who cleftthe Devil's foot,Teachme to hear mermai ds singin g,Or to keep off envy's stingi ng,And findWhat windServes to advanc e an honest mind.If thou be'st born to strang e sights,Things invisi ble to see,Ride ten thousa nd days and nights,Till Age snow whitehairson thee,Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell meAll strang e wonder s that befell thee,And swearNowher eLivesa womantrue, and fair.If thou find'st one, let me know,Such a pilgri mage8 were sweet;Yet do not, I wouldnot go,Though at next door we mightmeet; Though9 she were true when you met her, And last till you writeyour letter,Yet sheWill beFalse, ere I come, to two or three.The Good-M orrowI wonder by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then,But sucked on countr y pleasu res, childi shly?Or snorte d we in the SevenSleepe rs' den?'Twas so; but this, all pleasu res fancie s be.If ever any beauty I did see,WhichI desire d, and got, 'twas but a dreamof thee. And now good morrow to our waking souls,Whichwatchnot one anothe r out of fear;For love, all love of othersights contro ls,And makesone little room, an everyw here.Let sea-discov erers to new worlds have gone,Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,Let us posses s one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thineeye, thinein mine appear s,And true plainhearts do in the facesrest;Wherecan we find two better hemisp heres,Withou t sharpnorth, withou t declin ing west?Whatev er dies, was not mixedequall y;If our two lovesbe one, or, thou and ILove so alike, that none do slacke n, none can die.A Valedi ction: Forbid dingM ourni ngAs virtuo us men pass mildly away,And whispe r to theirsouls, to go,Whilst some of theirsad friend s do say, "The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"情正如德高的人逝世很安然对灵魂轻轻的说声走悲恸的朋友们聚在一起有的说断气了，有的说没有So let us melt, and make no noise,No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempes ts move;'Twereprofan ation of our joysTo tell the laityour love.让我们化了，一声也不作泪浪也不翻，叹风也不兴。
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