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NEw yeare
forth looking out of Ianus gate,
Doth seeme to
promise hope of new delight:
and bidding th'old
Adieu, his passed 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.
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