May Time

You that in love find luck and abundance,
And live in lust and joyful jollity,
Arise, for shame, do away your sluggardy;
Arise, I say, do May some observance!
Let me in bed lie dreaming in mischance;
Let me remember the haps most unhappy,
That me betide in May most commonly,
As one whom love list little to advance.
Sepham said true that my nativity
Mischanced was with the ruler of the May;
He guessed, I prove, of that the verity;
In May my wealth, and eke my life I say
Have stonde so oft in such perplexity.
Rejoice! let me dream of your felicity.
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