Whilst it is prime
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¡ª
Goe to my love, where she is carelesse layd, 5
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; 10
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 pass¨¨d time.
GLOSS: make] mate.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top Edmund Spenser Poems
Analysis and Comments on Whilst it is prime
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Whilst it is prime here.