Boldnesse in love.

MArke how the bashfull morne, in vaine
Courts the amorous Marigold,
With sighing blasts, and weeping raine;
Yet she refuses to unsold.
But when the Planet of the day,
Approacheth with his powerfull ray▪
Then she spreads, then she receives
His warmer beames into her virgin leaves,
So shalt thou thrive in love, fond Boy;
If thy teares, and sighes discover
Thy griefe, thou never shalt enjoy
The just reward of a bold lover:
But when with moving accents, thou
Shalt constant saith, and service vow,
Thy Celia shall receive those charmes
With open eares, and with unfolded armes.