A lecture to be mild in love

Whilst that in bleating flocks of snow
The Dounes are clad the meads below
With various heards all covered be
When from the yoak their necks are free.

And all the fields by Ceres blest
Are turnd to ears that never rest
Each naked wood anew receives
A fresh light canopy of leavs.

Under whose secret brainches quires
Of winged singers stirr up fires
Of action whilst the purling spring
Quenches not, but adds fuelling.

The kisses wanton Zephirs threw
O'th'Corn, o'th'leavs o'th'morning dew
Shew that with soft attempts we may
Best to loves ends procure a way.

'Tis by degrees not all at one
Time water workes concaves in ston
Soe if but frendly sparkes appeer
'Thin the bowres harmonious sphear.
That ayre will blow them up to rise

And in flaming Sympothise
Which great prerogative's alone
Proper to loves pavillion.
Whence under too we may discover
Each Champion like to a lover
Fand by Cupitts winges and made
To Kiss as well in ear as blade.

The breath-perfuming new milcht kie
Bespicing th'medowy tapisry
And from the hills above
We have a lecture to be mild in love.