Ah, love!

I mentioned this to someone earlier and attributed it incorrectly. It's actually Christopher Marlowe. Come live with me, and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills and fields,Woods, or steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks,Seeing the shepherds feed their flocksBy shallow rivers, to whose fallsMelodious birds …

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