C. Davis Lewis
Come, live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of peace and plenty, bed and board,
That chance employment may afford.
I'll handle danties on the docks
AThou shalt read of summer frocks:
At evening by the sour canals
We'll hope to hear some midrigals.
Care on thy maiden brow shall put
A wreathe of wrinkles, and thy foot
Be shod with pain: not silken dress
But toil shall tire thy loveliness.
Hunger shall make thy modest zone
And cheat fond death of all but bone-
If thses delights thy mind may move,
Then live with m and be my love.
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