130 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



Where we will sit upon the rocks, 

 And see the shepherds feed our flocks 

 By shallow rivers, to whose falls 

 Melodious birds sing madrigals. 



And I will make thee beds of roses, 

 And then a thousand fragrant posies, 

 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle 

 Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; 



A gown made of the finest wool 

 Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; 

 Slippers lined choicely 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. 



Thy silver dishes for my meat, 

 As precious as the gods do eat, 

 Shall, on an ivory table, be 

 Prepared 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. 



VEN. Trust me, master, it is a choice song, and sweetly 

 sung by honest Maudlin. I now see it was not without cause 

 that our good Queen Elizabeth did so often wish herself a 

 milkmaid all the month of May, because they are not 

 troubled with fears and cares, and sing sweetly all the day, 

 and sleep securely all the night ; and without doubt, honest, 

 innocent, pretty Maudlin does so. I '11 bestow Sir Thomas 



