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Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Christopher Marlowe

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Christopher Marlowe
Age: 29 †
Born: 1564
Born: February 23
Died: 1593
Died: May 30
Author
Dramatist
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Canterbury
United Kingdom
Kit Marlowe
Pleasure
Valleys
Live
Pleasures
Come
Yield
Love
Hills
Life
Woods
Groves
Mountain
Grove
Fields
Yields
Prove
Hiking

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