Edmund Spenser - Sonnet IIII lyrics

NEw yeare forth looking out of Ian*s gate, Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: and bidding th'old Adieu, his pa**ed date bids all old thoughts to die in dumpish spright. And calling forth out of sad Winters night, fresh loue, that long hath slept in cheerlesse bower: wils him awake, and soone about him dight his wanton wings and darts of deadly power. For lusty spring now in his timely howre, is ready to come forth him to receiue: and warnes the Earth with diuers colord flowre, to decke hir selfe, and her faire mantle weaue. Then you faire flowre, in who[m] fresh youth doth raine, prepare your selfe new loue to entertaine.