The Springs Glory:
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A precious Posie for Pretty Maidens:
Who walk in the Meadows to hear the Birds sing,
With pleasure rejoycing to welcome the Spring.
The tune is, Monk hath confounded, etc.
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NOw that bright Phoebus his rays doth display
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warm Zephirus blows with a gentler gale,
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Nights they grow shorter to lengthen the day,
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and Wood-nymphs do trip it ore hill & ore dale:
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The Fawnes and the Satyrs
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Nimbly cut Capers,
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And dance Levaltors round in a ring,
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Then let us bear a part
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And with a joyful heart
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Deck flowry Garlands to welcome the spring.
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Floras fine Tapestry now doth adorn,
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the earth with a Livery pleasant to view,
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Trees they do blossome which winter had torn,
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and meadows are deckt in a very rare hue:
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The Fairies are tripping
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And Lambs are skipping,
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Pretty birds chirping in the Woods sing:
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Then let us bear a part,
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And with a joyful heart
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Deck flowry garlands to welcome the spring
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With sweet smelling flowers that sence to delight,
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the fields are bespangled like stars in the skies,
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With Cowslips and Primroses, yellow & white
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and other rare colours to please mortal eies;
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The Daffadown-Dilly
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Violet and Lilly
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And Tulips lovely pleasure do bring
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Then let us bear a part,
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And with a joyful heart
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Deck flowry garlands to welcome the spring.
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Harke how the Nightingale tuneth her notes
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her tender breast leaning against a sharp thorn
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The thrush & the blackbird with their prety throats
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doth chant forth their melody evening & morn:
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The Cuckow well known
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In City and Town,
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Her constant old tone she sweetly doth sing:
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Then let us bear a part
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And with a joyful heart
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Deck flowry garlands to welcom the spring.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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NOw pretty maidens delights for to walk
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abroad in the meadows so pleasant & green
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Whilst with their lovers they prattle and talk,
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and pick up the flowers so gay to be seen:
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Of which they make Posies
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In the green closes,
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Decked with Roses home for to bring:
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Then let us bear a part
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And with a joyful heart
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Deck flowry garlands to welcom the spring.
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Pretty sweet Betty walks out with her love,
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rejoycing that Summer is drawing so near,
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Whilest Dicky doth call her his Turtle Dove
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and vows that no other but she is his dear:
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Thus with their courting
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And lovely sporting
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They are consorting whilst the birds sing:
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Then let us, etc.
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Nanny doth rise in the morning betimes
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to meet her beloved all in a fair grove,
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Where he is composing of sonnets and rimes,
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to set forth her praise and to welcome his love:
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Her body is slender
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And her heart tender,
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He doth commend her for every thing:
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Then let us, etc.
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Dolly the Dairy maid smugs up her self
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and takes up her milk-pale to trace in the [dew,]
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In hopes to meet Roger who scorns to be ba[se]
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she often hath tryd him and still he provd t[rue;]
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But oh what a jumbling
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And what a tumbling,
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All without grumbling love hath his swing[:]
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Then let us, etc.
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Now is the time that all creatures rejoyce,
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by nature they know when the spring doth ap[pear]
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They lovingly couple and freely make choice
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before the hot Summer approacheth too nea[r:]
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Let us take pleasure
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Whilst we have leasure
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Least such a pleasure chance to take wing,
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Then let us, etc.
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Trim up your Arbors and deck up your bow[ers,]
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for this is a time to be merry and glad,
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Hang up your garlands & strow your sweet flow[-ers]
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and let not a lover once seem to be sad:
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For wele go a Maying
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With musick playing,
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Cupid obeying, love is a King:
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Then let us bear a part
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And with a joyful heart
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Deck flowry garlands to welcom the spring.
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