Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
The poem finishes with two lines which echo earlier ones in the poem: there is the change from physical to mental movement in the penultimate line, then a near-repetition of the first line (which has already been repeated two stanzas previously). 
 
 The effect is bind the poem up into a neat circle: far too neat, obviously, since there’s nothing to really bind up and no accomplishment in doing so. 
 Nevertheless, it’s a sonically pleasing end to a beautifully executed, if trivial, poem. 
 I probably don’t need to say this by now, but the two lines are iambic: 
 If  these  de lights  thy  mind  may  move , Then  live  with  me  and  be  my  love .
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love