Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines and silver hooks

I am two fools, I know, for loving and saying so.

Send me nor this, nor that, to increase my store,
But swear thou think'st I love thee, and no more.

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Only our love hath no decay;
This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.