"If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
In folly ripe, in season rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love."

-The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd
Sir Walter Raleigh

This is Gabrielle, the shepardess and the object of Shep's affection. She is based off of this poem quoted above. Basically, she is not impressed by Shep's attempt's to woo her. She is also the love interest of Conlan, the village's arrogant hero. She is not much impressed with him either...Picky, aren't we there, Gabby? ^_^ For more details on her, check my journal.