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<blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 730693" data-attributes="member: 8568"><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: Blue">Her Reply</span></p><p></strong></span><strong><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">(Reply to - The passionate Shepherd to his love - Christopher Marlowe)</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">If all the world and love were young,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">And truth in every shepherd's tongue,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">These pretty pleasures might me move</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">To live with thee and be thy Love.</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">But time drives flocks from field to fold;</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">And Philomel becometh dumb;</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">The rest complains of cares to come.</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">The flowers do fade, and wanton fields</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">To wayward Winter reckoning yields:</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">A honey tongue, a heart of gall,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Soon break, soon wither - soon forgotten,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">In folly ripe, in season rotten.</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Thy coral clasps and amber studs, -</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">All these in me no means can move</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">To come to thee and be thy Love.</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">But could youth last, and love still breed,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Had joys no date, nor age no need,</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Then these delights my mind might move</span></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">To live with thee and be thy Love.</span></p><p></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="neroshan, post: 730693, member: 8568"] [SIZE="4"][B][CENTER][COLOR="Blue"]Her Reply[/COLOR][/CENTER][/B][/SIZE][B][CENTER][COLOR="Blue"] (Reply to - The passionate Shepherd to his love - Christopher Marlowe) 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. But time drives 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 season 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.[/COLOR][/CENTER][/B] [/QUOTE]
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