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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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The Passionate Pilgrim (Octavo, 1599)

LIue with me and be my Loue,
And we will all the pleasures proue
That hilles and vallies, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountaines yeeld.
340There will we sit vpon the Rocks,
And see the Shepheards feed their flocks,
By shallow Riuers, by whose fals
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of Roses,
345With a thousand fragrant poses,
A cap of flowers, and a Kirtle
Imbrodered all with leaues of Mirtle.
A belt of straw and Yuye buds,
With Corall Clasps and Amber studs,
350And if these pleasures may thee moue,
Then liue with me, and be my Loue.
Loues answere.
IF that the World and Loue were young,
And truth in euery shepheards toung,
355These pretty pleasures might me moue,
To liue with thee and be thy Loue.
AS it fell vpon a Day,
In the merry Month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade,
360Which a groue of Myrtles made,
Beastes did leape, and Birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and Plants did spring:
Euery thing did banish mone,
Saue the Nightingale alone.
365Shee (poore Bird) as all forlorne,
Leand her breast vp-till a thorne,
And there sung the dolfulst Ditty,
That to heare it was great Pitty,
Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry
370Teru, Teru, by and by:
That to heare her so complaine,
Scarce I could from teares refraine:
For her griefes so liuely showne,
Made me thinke vpon mine owne.
375Ah (thought I) thou mournst in vaine,
None takes pitty on thy paine:
Senslesse Trees, they cannot heare thee,
Ruthlesse Beares, they will not cheere thee.
King Pandion, he is dead:
380All thy friends are lapt in Lead.
All thy fellow Birds doe sing,
Carelesse of thy sorrowing.
Whilst as fickle Fortune smilde,
Thou and I, were both beguild.
385Euery one that flatters thee,
Is no friend in miserie:
Words are easie, like the wind,
Faithfull friends are hard to find:
Euery man will be thy friend,
390Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend:
But if store of Crownes be scant,
No man will supply thy want
If that one be prodigall,
Bountifull they will him call:
395And with such-like flattering,
Pitty but he were a King.
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him, they will intice.
If to Women hee be bent,
400They haue at Commaundement.
But if Fortune once doe frowne,
Then farewell his great renowne:
They that fawnd on him before.
Vse his company no more.
405Hee that is thy friend indeede,
Hee will helpe thee in thy neede:
If thou sorrow, he will weepe:
If thou wake, hee cannot sleepe:
Thus of euery griefe, in hart
410Hee, with thee, doeth beare a part.
These are certaine signes, to know
Faithfull friend, from flatt'ring foe.