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Poetry Friday: Christopher Marlowe

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
From which our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.


Although you would never guess it from the poem above, Kit Marlowe (1564-1593) is quite a controversial historical figure. Was he a spy? Was he an atheist? Was he gay? Was his murder at the age of 29 a conspiracy? Or did he fake his own death, and come back to write as William Shakespeare? You can read more about all of these theories in Marlowe's Wikipedia entry.

UPDATE: Here are some other Poetry Friday entries for the week.