John Donne
The Bait
[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
There will the river whispering run
Warmed by thy eyes more than the sun
And there the enamoured fish will stay
Begging themselves they may betray

[Verse 3]
For thee thou needst no such deceit
For thou thyself art thine own bait
That fish that is not catched thereby
Alas is wiser far than I

[Refrain]
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