John Fletcher (Джон Флетчер)

Love's Emblems

NOW the lusty spring is seen;
    Golden hellow, 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 plucked, we die."

Yet the lusty spring hath stayed;
    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 plucked, we die." 

1. Hear, ye Ladies
2. Hymn to Pan
3. Away, Delights
4. Cast Our Caps and Cares Away
5. Melancholy

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