Roundel

Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft,

That hast this winter`s weathers overshake,

And driven away the longe nighties black.

Saint Valentine, that art full high aloft,

Thus singen smalle fowles for thy sake:

Now welcome Summer with tye sunne soft,

That hast this winter`s weathers overshake.

Well have they cause for to gladden oft,

Wince each of them recovered hath his make.

Full blissful may they singe when they wake:

Now welcome Summer with they sunne soft,

That has this winters weathers overshake,

And driven away the longe nighties black.