Now the lusty spring is seen ; 
    Golden yellow, gaudy blue, 
    Daintily invite the view : 
Everywhere on every green 
Roses blushing as they blow 
    And enticing men to pull, 
Lilies whiter than the snow, 
    Woodbines of sweet honey full: 
        All love’s emblems, and all cry, 
        ‘Ladies, if not pluck’d, we die.’ 

Yet the lusty spring hath stay’d ; 
    Blushing red and purest white 
    Daintily to love invite 
Every woman, every maid : 
Cherries kissing as they grow, 
    And inviting men to taste, 
Apples even ripe below, 
    Winding gently to the waist : 
        All love’s emblems, and all cry, 
        ‘Ladies, if not pluck’d, we die.’