Edmund Spenser: Goe to my Love where she is carelesse layd Yet in her winter's bowere not well awake; Tell her the joyous time will not

Goe to my Love where she is carelesse layd Yet in her winter's bowere not well a — Edmund Spenser

Goe to my Love where she is carelesse layd Yet in her winter's bowere not well awake; Tell her the joyous time will not be staid Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.

Edmund Spenser

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