William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Whilst It Is PrimeEdmund Spenser (1552?1599)
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In whose cote-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 fore-lock 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 passèd time.