Thy belt of straw and ivie buds, Thy Coral clasps and Amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy Love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need; Then those delights my mind might move, To live with thee, and be thy love. A little farther on _Viator_ observes:―― “Yes, master, I will speak you a coppie of verses that were made by Doctor DONNE, and made to shew the world that he could make soft and smooth verses, when he thought them fit and worth his labour; and I love them the better, because they allude to rivers and fish, and fishing. They bee these:――” Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sands, and Christal brooks, With silken lines and silver hooks, There will the River wispering run, Warm’d by thy eyes more then the Sun; And there th’ inamel’d fish wil stay, Begging themselves they may betray. When thou wilt swim in that live bath, Each fish, which every channel hath Most amorously to thee will swim, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. If thou, to be so seen, beest loth, By Sun or Moon, thou darknest both: And, if mine eyes have leave to see, I need not their light, having thee. Let others freeze with Angling Reeds, And cut their legs with shels and weeds. Or treacherously poor fish beset; With strangling snares, or windowy net. Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest, The bedded fish in banks outwrest; Let curious Traitors sleave silk flies, To ’witch poor wandring fishes eyes. For thee, thou needst no such deceit, For thou thyself art thine own bait; That fish that is not catch’d thereby, Is wiser far, alas! then I. ―――― THE MILKMAID’S SONG. Come live with me, and be my spouse, We’ll keep a cottage, pigs and cows; And I will dress in lace and silk, While you shall pig, and dig, and milk. There you will work and hoe all day, While I enjoy myself, away. If this you’ll do, we’ll have no rows, Come live with me, and be my spouse. From _The Incomplete Angler_, by F. C. Burnand. 1876. ―――― THE PASSIONATE STATISTICIAN TO HIS LOVE. “For my part, I am a passionate Statistician…. Go with me into the study of statistics, and I will make you all enthusiasts in statistics.” _Mr. Goschen at Whitechapel._ Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That facts and figures can supply Unto the Statist’s ravished eye. And we will sit ’midst faction’s shocks And calculate the price of Stocks, The music of whose rise and fall Beats most melodious madrigal.