Boldness In Love

Mark how the bashful morn in vain

    Courts the amorous marigold,

With sighing blasts and weeping rain,

    Yet she refuses to unfold.

But when the planet of the day

Approacheth with his powerful ray,

The she spreads, then she receives

His warmer beams into her virgin leaves.

So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy;

    If thy tears and sighs discover

Thy grief, thou never shalt enjoy

    The just reward of a bold lover.

But when with moving accents thou

Shalt constant faith and service vow,

Thy Celia shall receive those charms

With open ears, and with unfolded arms.