My swelling heart for very anger breaks. - Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.

My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,
Shall with their goat feet dance the antic hay.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.