NEw yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate, <br />Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: <br />and bidding th'old Adieu, his passed date <br />bids all old thoughts to die in dumpish spright. <br />And calling forth out of sad Winters night, <br />fresh loue, that long hath slept in cheerlesse bower: <br />wils him awake, and soone about him dight <br />his wanton wings and darts of deadly power. <br />For lusty spring now in his timely howre, <br />is ready to come forth him to receiue: <br />and warnes the Earth with diuers colord flowre, <br />to decke hir selfe, and her faire mantle weaue. <br />Then you faire flowre, in who[m] fresh youth doth raine, <br />prepare your selfe new loue to entertaine.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iiii/
