Fresh Spring, the herald of love*s mighty king,
　　新春乃爱情君王的喝道人，
　　In whose cote-armour richly are displayed
　　他的纹章上绣满了花，
　　All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring,
　　大地在这个时节才苏生，
　　In goodly colours gloriously arrayed -
　　各色的鲜花开成一片云霞。
　　Goe to my love, where she is carelesse layd,
　　去吧，去到我爱人的家，
　　Yet in her winter*s bowre not well awake;
　　她还懒懒地躺床冬眠，
　　Tell her the joyous time will not be staid,
　　告诉她欢乐的时间不会停下，
　　Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take;
　　要抓住辰光赶紧向前，
　　Bid her therefore her selfe soone ready make,
　　嘱咐她立刻梳头洗脸，
　　To wayt on Love amongst his lovely crew;
　　列身在姑娘队里把爱情迎候，
　　Where every one, that misseth then her make,
　　不论谁只要错过她的所恋，
　　Shall be by him amearst with penance dew.
　　就要把应得的惩罚承受。
　　Make hast, therefore, sweet love, whilest it is prime;
　　所以趁早吧，亲爱的，春光正好，
　　For none can call againe the passed time.
　　消失了就再也不能找到。
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