<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If all the world and love were young, <br>And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue, <br>These pretty pleasures might me move, <br>To live with thee, and be thy love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time drives the flocks from field to fold, <br>When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, <br>And Philomel becometh dumb, <br>The rest complains of cares to come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, <br>To wayward winter reckoning yields, <br>A honey tongue, a heart of gall, <br>Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, <br>Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies <br>Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: <br>In folly ripe, in reason rotten. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, <br>The Coral clasps and amber studs, <br>All these in me no means can move <br>To come to thee and be thy love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But could youth last, and love still breed, <br>Had joys no date, nor age no need, <br>Then these delights my mind might move <br>To live with thee, and be thy love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Raleigh">Sir Walter Raleigh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519583" data-title="The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd de Sir Walter Raleigh" data-description="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. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, And Phi..."></div> </div> </div>

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