Welcome, welcome, do I sing,
  Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never
  Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
Love, that to the voice is near,
  Breaking from your iv'ry pale,
Need not walk abroad to hear
  The delightful nightingale.
     Welcome, welcome, then I sing, etc.

Love, that looks still on your eyes
  Though the winter have begun
To benumb our arteries,
  Shall not want the summer's sun.
     Welcome, welcome, then I sing, etc.

Love, that still may see your cheeks
  Where all rareness still reposes,
Is a fool if e'er he seeks
  Other lilies, other roses.
     Welcome, welcome, then I sing, etc.

Love, to whom your soft lip yields,
  And perceives your breath in kissing,
All the odours of the fields
  Never, never shall be missing.
     Welcome, welcome, then I sing, etc.

Love, that question would anew
  What fair Eden was of old,
Let him rightly study you
  And a brief of that behold.
     Welcome, welcome, then I sing, etc.