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.'