Mark how the blushful morn

Mark how the blushful morn in vain

Courts the amorous marigold

With sighing blush and weeping rain,

Yet she refuses to unfold.

But when the planet of the day

Approacheth with his pow'rful ray,

Then she spreads, then she receives

His warmer beams into her virgin leaves.

So may'st thou thrive in love, fond boy,

If silent tears and sighs discover

Thy grief, thou never shalt enjoy

The just reward of a bold lover.

But when with moving accent thou

Shalt constant faith and service vow,

Thy Celia shall receive those charms

With open ear, and with unfolded arms.