[XV. Now springs each plant to heauen aloft aspiring]
Now springs each plant to heauen aloft aspiring
Now springs each plant to heauen aloft aspiring, now springs &c.
And in faire fields of Violets, and of sweet Roses, & of sweet Roses,
Chearfully, chearfully sport them, chearfully sport them, sport them,
wanton Loues with gladnesse, Since shee whose sacred brest my life encloses, after
so long distres great grief & sadnesse, so long distresse great griefe & sadnesse,
doth make me blessed, doth make me blessed, doth make me blessed,
doth make mee blest aboue all harts desiring. doth make mee blessed,
doth make mee blessed, doth make me blessed, doth make me blest
aboue all harts desiring.