document.write("Come live with me and be my love,<br />And we will all the pleasures prove<br />That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,<br />Woods, or steepy mountain yields.<br /><br />And we will sit upon the rocks, <br />Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, <br />By shallow rivers to whose falls <br />Melodious birds sing madrigals.<br /><br />And I will make thee beds of roses<br />And a thousand fragrant posies, <br />A cap of flowers, and a kirtle<br />Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;<br /><br />A gown made of the finest wool<br />Which from our pretty lambs we pull;<br />Fair lined slippers for the cold, <br />With buckles of the purest gold;<br /><br />A belt of straw and ivy buds,<br />With coral clasps and amber studs:<br />And if these pleasures may thee move,<br />Come live with me, and be my love.<br /><br />The shepherds\\\' swains shall dance and sing<br />For thy delight each May morning:<br />If these delights thy mind may move,<br />Then live with me and be my love.");