Live with me, and be my loveAnd we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valley's, dales and fieldsAnd all the craggy mountains yieldsThere will we sit upon the rocks,And see the shepherds feed their flocks,By shallow rivers, by whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed or roses,With a thousand fragrant posies,A cap of flowers, and a kirtleEmbroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds,With coral clasps and amber studs;And if these pleasures may thee move,Then live with me and be my love.

by William Shakespeare