Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

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.

My love though silly is more brave.