Ful lustely, agayn the morowe gray—
10
'Awake, ye lovers, out of your slombringe,
This gladde morowe, in al the haste ye may;
Some óbservaunce doth unto this day,
Your choise ayen of herte to renewe
In cónfirming, for ever to be trewe!
15
And ye that be, of chesing, at your large,
This lusty day, by custome of nature,