And calling forth out of sad Winter's night,
  fresh love, that long has slept in cheerless bower:
  wills him awake, and soon about him dight
  his wanton wings and darts of deadly power.

For lusty spring now in his timely hour,
  is ready to come forth him to receive:
  and warns the Earth with diverse colored flower,
  to deck herself, and her fair mantle weave.
 

Then you faire flower, in whom fresh youth does reign,
  prepare yourself new love to entertain.