By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
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,
This is an off-rhyme in most varieties of modern English, but in Marlowe’s time it would have been a perfect rhyme. (Off-rhymes weren’t really used widely until  Wilfred Owen  in the early twentieth century). 

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love