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Thy silver dishes for thy meat.
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepar'd each day for thee and me.
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.
I" Jaggard's compilation, the poem vi'as accompanied by an answer
signed " Ignoto." Walton, in his Compleat Angler, has inserted
both, describing the first as " that smooth song which was made by
Kit Marlowe," and the other as " an answer to it by Sir Walter
Raleigh in his younger days." I add this also as " old-fashioned
poetry, but choicely good : " —
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd
If that 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.
But time drives flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
And all complain 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.
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