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Come live with me, and be my love,
And thou shalt all the pleasures prove,
The Mountains towring tops can show
Inhabiting the Vales below.
From a brave height my Star shall shine
T'illuminate the desart Clime.
Thy Summer's bower shall overlook,
The subtil windings of the Brook,
For thy delight which only springs,
And cuts her way with Turtles Wings.
The Pavement of thy Rooms shall shine,
With the bruis'd Treasures of the Mine,
And not a Tale of Love but shall
In Minoture adorn thy wall.
Thy closet shall Queens Caskets mock
With rustick Jewels of the Rock,
And thine own light shall make a Gemm,
As bright of these, as Queens of them.
From this thy Sphear thou shalt behold
Thy snowy Ewes troop o're the mold,
Who yearly pay my Love a-piece
A tender Lamb, and silver Fleece.
And when Sols Rayes shall all combine
Thine to out-burn, though not outshine,
Then, at the foot of some green Hill,
Where crystal Dove runs murm'ring still,
We'll angle for the bright-ey'd Fish,
To make my Love a dainty dish;
Or, in a Cave, by Nature made,
Fly to the covert of the shade,
Where all the pleasures we will prove,
Taught by the little God of love.

And when bright Phœbus scorching beams,
Shall cease to guild the Silver streams,
Then in the cold arms of the Flood
We'll bathing cool the factious Blood,
Thy beautious Limbs the Brook shall grace,
Like the reflex of Cynthia's Face,
Whilst all the wond'ring Fry do greet
The welcome Light, adore thy Feet,
Supposing Venus to be come
To send a kiss to Thetis home.
And following Night shall trifled be
Sweet; as thou know'st I promis'd thee,
Thus shall the Summers Days, and Nights,
Be dedicate to thy delights.
Then live with me, and be my love,
And all these pleasures shalt thou prove.

But when the sapless Season brings
Cold Winter, on her shivering Wings,
Freezing the Rivers liquid face,
Into a crystal Looking-glass,
And that the Trees their naked bones,
Together knock, like Skeletons,
Then, with the softest, whitest Locks,
Spun from the tribute of thy Flocks,
We will o're cast thy whiter Skin,
Winter without, a Spring within.
At the first peep of Day I'le rise,
To make the sullen Hare thy prize,
And Thou with open Arms shalt come,
To bid thy Hunter welcome home.
The Partridge, Plover, and the Poot,
I'le with the subtle Mallard shoot;
The Fell-fare, and the greedy Thrush
Shall drop from ev'ry Haw-thorn Bush,
And the slow Heron down shall fall,
To feed my Fairest Fair withall,
The feather'd People of the Air,
Shall fall to be my Phillis fare,
No Storm shall touch thee, Tempest move;
Then live with me, and be my love.

But from her Cloister when I bring,
My Phillis to restore the Spring,
The ruffling Boreas shall withdraw,
The Snow shall melt, the Ice shall thaw;
The Aguish Plants fresh Leaves shall shew,
The earth put on her verdant hue,
And thou (Fair Phillis) shalt be seen
Mine, and the Summers beautious Queen.
These; and more pleasures shalt thou prove;
Then live with me, and be my love.