(my) ' The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd '

Since all the world and love is one  
and truth issues from your glib tongue,  
and maiden's wiles your chance improve  
I'll live with you and be your love.  
 
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!

But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
  
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks  
so pull some wool from your old flock,  
and make with it a seat to sit  
for you and me with sweet comfits.  
   
You need not work on gowns of wool  
for changing clime makes sun not dull,  
and woolen clothes these sceptered isles  
have not been worn for quite a while.  
   
You'll need those buckles made of gold  
to pay the swains, or so I'm told,  
for socialists make wages high  
enough to make the bosses cry.  
   
Those slippers and ivory buds  
kirtle, clasps, belts and amber studs,  
can all be found in cheap shops now  
brought from abroad but God knows how.  
   
And those valleys, groves, hills and fields  
are under concrete roads and sealed,  
thinking on these, I am sore moved...  
to hie me mort to be your love.