John Fletcher

Here you will find the Poem Love's Emblems of poet John Fletcher

Love's Emblems

NOW the lusty spring is seen; 
   Golden yellow, gaudy blue, 
   Daintily invite the view: 
Everywhere on every green 
Roses blushing as they blow, 
   And enticing men to pull, 
Lilies whiter than the snow, 
   Woodbines of sweet honey full: 
   All love's emblems, and all cry, 
   'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.' 

Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd; 
   Blushing red and purest white 
   Daintily to love invite 
Every woman, every maid: 
Cherries kissing as they grow, 
   And inviting men to taste, 
Apples even ripe below, 
   Winding gently to the waist: 
   All love's emblems, and all cry, 
   'Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.'