Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 70. Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king

Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,
In whose cote-armour richly are displayd
All sorts of flowres 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 ioyous 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 haste therefore, sweet Love, while it is prime**;
  For none can call againe the passed time.

[* Make, mate.]
[** Prime, spring.] 

1. Amoretti 61. The glorious image of the Makers beautie
2. Amoretti 36. Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end
3. Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd
4. Amoretti 24. When I behold that beauties wonderment
5. Amoretti 10. Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this

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