Strip her of Spring-time, tender-whimpring-maids

Strip her of Spring-time, tender-whimpring-maids,
Now Autumne's come, when all those flowrie aids
Of her Delayes must end; Dispose
That Lady-smock , that Pansie , and that Rose
Neatly apart;
But for Prick-madam , and for Gentle-heart ;
And soft- Maidens-blush , the Bride
Makes holy these, all others lay aside:
Then strip her, or unto her
Let him come, who dares undo her.
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