To be or not to be: that is the question
How boring this is!
The more often I see, the more I envy,
The more I envy, the more I trust,
The more I trust, the more the heart is heavier
The rarer I see, the less in mind,
The less in mind, the lesser the pain
Come live with me, and be my love,
And all the desires we will prove
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Harmonious birds sing madrigals
And we will make thee beds of roses,
And if these pleasures may they move,
Come live with me, and be my love
I shall dance and sing
For the happiness each morning
Then live with me, and be my love