Loves Emblems

 NOW the lusty spring is seen;
 Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
 Daintily invite the view:
Everywhere on every green
Roses blushing as they blow,
 And enticing men to pull,
Lilies whiter than the snow,
 Woodbines of sweet honey full:
 All love's emblems, and all cry,
 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.'

Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd;
 Blushing red and purest white
 Daintily to love invite
Every woman, every maid:
Cherries kissing as they grow,
 And inviting men to taste,
Apples even ripe below,
 Winding gently to the waist:
 All love's emblems, and all cry,
 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.'

Form: Lyric

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