Classic Poem

Come , shepherds, come!
Come away
Without delay,
Whilst the gentle time doth stay.
Greene woods are dumb,
And will never tell to any
Those deare kisses, and those many
Sweete embraces that are given.
Dainty pleasures, that would even
Raise in coldest age a fire,
And give virgin blood desire
Then, if ever,
Now or never,
Come and have it;
Think not I
Dare deny,
If you crave it.