FRESH Spring the herald of loves mighty king
In whose cote-armour richly are displayd
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
In goodly colours gloriously arrayd—
Goe to my love where she is carelesse layd
Yet in her winters bowre not well awake；
Tell her the joyous time wil not be staid
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take；
Bid her therefore her selfe soone ready make
To wayt on Love amongst his lovely crew；
Where every one that misseth then her make
Shall be by him amearst with penance dew.
Make hast therefore sweet love whilest it is prime；
For none can call againe the passèd time.
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