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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 5 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 ? 
