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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Amoretti and Epithalamion

Sonnet LXX. Fresh Spring, the herald of love’s mighty king

Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599)

FRESH Spring, the herald of love’s mighty king,

In whose coat-armour richly are displayed

All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring,

In goodly colours gloriously arrayed;

Go to my love, where she is careless laid,

Yet in her winter’s bower not well awake;

Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed,

Unless she do him by the forelock take;

Bid her therefore herself soon ready make,

To wait on Love amongst his lovely crew;

Where every one, that misseth then her make,

Shall be by him amerced with penance due.

Make haste, therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime;

For none can call again the passed time.