The Life and Poems of Richard Edwards By Leicester Bradner: A Dissertation Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Yale University in Candidacy for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy |
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2. M. Edwardes MAY
When MAY is in his prime, then MAY eche hart reioyce,
When MAY bedeckes eche branch wt greene, eche bird streines forth his voyce,
The liuely sappe creepes up into ye bloming thorne,
The flowres, which cold in prison kept, now laughes the frost to scorne.
All natures Impes triumphes, whyles ioyfull May doth last,
When MAY is gone, of all the yeere the pleasant time is past.
When MAY bedeckes eche branch wt greene, eche bird streines forth his voyce,
The liuely sappe creepes up into ye bloming thorne,
The flowres, which cold in prison kept, now laughes the frost to scorne.
All natures Impes triumphes, whyles ioyfull May doth last,
When MAY is gone, of all the yeere the pleasant time is past.
MAY makes the cherfull hue, MAY breedes and bringes newe blood,
MAY marcheth throughout euery limme, MAY makes ye mery moode.
MAY pricketh tender hartes, their warbling notes to tune,
Ful strange it is, yet some wee see, doo make their MAY in Iune.
Thus thinges are straungely wrought, whyles ioyfull MAY doth last,
Take MAY in time, when MAY is gone, the pleasant time is past.
MAY marcheth throughout euery limme, MAY makes ye mery moode.
MAY pricketh tender hartes, their warbling notes to tune,
Ful strange it is, yet some wee see, doo make their MAY in Iune.
Thus thinges are straungely wrought, whyles ioyfull MAY doth last,
Take MAY in time, when MAY is gone, the pleasant time is past.
All ye that liue on earth, and haue your MAY at wyll,
Reioyce in MAY, as I doo now, and use your MAY with skill.
Use MAY, whyle that you may, for MAY hath but his time,
When all the fruite is gone, it is to late the tree to clime.
Your liking and your lust, is freshe whyles MAY dooth last,
When MAY is gone, of all the yeere the pleasaunt time is past.
Reioyce in MAY, as I doo now, and use your MAY with skill.
Use MAY, whyle that you may, for MAY hath but his time,
When all the fruite is gone, it is to late the tree to clime.
Your liking and your lust, is freshe whyles MAY dooth last,
When MAY is gone, of all the yeere the pleasaunt time is past.
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