Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

Then came October, full of merry glee.

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.