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See how Aurora throws her faire
Fresh-quilted colours through the aire;
Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herbe and tree;
Each flower has wept, and bow'd towards the east
Above an hour since, yet you are not drest:
Nay! not so much as out of bed,
When all the birds have mattens seyd,
And sung their thankful hymnes; 'tis sin,
Nay, profanation, to keep in,
When as a thousand virgins on this day
Spring sooner than the lark to fetch in May.
Rise, and put on your foliage; and be seene
To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and greene,
And sweet as Flora. Take no care
For jewels for your gowne or haire;
Feare not, the leaves will strew
Gemmes in abundance upon you;
Besides, the childhood of the day hath kept
Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.
Come, and receive them, while the light
Hangs on the dew-locks of the night;
And Titan on the eastern hill
Retires himself, or else stands still,
Till you come forth. Wash, dresse, be brief in praying;
Few beads are best, when once we goe a Maying.
Come, my Corinna, come; and comming, mark
How eche field turns a street, eche street a parke,
Made greene, and trimmed with trees; see how
Devotion gives each house a bough,
Or branch; each porch, each doore, ere this
An arke, a tabernacle is,
Maide up of whitethorn neatly interwove,
As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Can such delights be in the street
And open fields; and we not see't?
