The Lover unhappy biddeth happy Lovers rejoice in May, while he waileth that Month to him most unlucky

YE that in love find luck and sweet abundance,

And live in lust of joyful jollity,

Arise for shame, do way our sluggardy:

Arise, I say, do May some observance.

Let me in bed lie dreaming in mischance;

Let me remember my mishaps unhappy,

That me betide in May most commonly;

As one whom love list little to advance.

Stephan said true, that my nativity

Mischanced was with the ruler of May.

He guessed (I prove) of that the verity.

In May my wealth, and eke my wits, I say,

Have stond so oft in such perplexity:

Joy; let me dream of your felicity.