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The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd
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,
Thy 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. |
| Sir Walter Raleigh |
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| Name: Jhennifer | 2012-12-08 |
| This is good. I have to say, I'll bet I'm one of them that wishes they could make this kind of move. But you're right about mkniag a change in other ways. Hmm, I'll have to give that a thought what can I change that I feel can be significant for me? I'll let you know soon.Thanks! |
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