Sonnet 4 by Edmund Spenser
New Year forth looking out of Janus’ Gate,
Doth seem 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 Winter’s Night,
Fresh Love, that long hath 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 Howre,
Is ready to come forth, him to receive;
And warns the Earth, with divers-colour’d Flowre
To deck her self, and her fair Mantle weave.
Then you, fair Flowre, in whom fresh Youth doth reign,
Prepare your self, new Love to entertain.