NOW the lusty spring is seen; <br /> Golden yellow, gaudy blue, <br /> Daintily invite the view: <br />Everywhere on every green <br />Roses blushing as they blow, <br /> And enticing men to pull, <br />Lilies whiter than the snow, <br /> Woodbines of sweet honey full: <br /> All love's emblems, and all cry, <br /> 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.' <br /> <br />Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd; <br /> Blushing red and purest white <br /> Daintily to love invite <br />Every woman, every maid: <br />Cherries kissing as they grow, <br /> And inviting men to taste, <br />Apples even ripe below, <br /> Winding gently to the waist: <br /> All love's emblems, and all cry, <br /> 'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.'<br /><br />John Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-emblems/
