Behold, how this conjunction thrives!
His radiant beams Apollo strives
So much to strengthen and increase,
As growth and verdure ne’er should cease.
Come you industrious slaves of plenty, bring
All that is hoped for in an eastern spring:
Or all that autumn yields, when she doth pay
‖: Those promised hopes :‖ where ’tis perpetual day.
Come strew this ground, delay us not with sloth,
Strew till we walk on sweet Cecillian flowers,
To prove how seeds have hastened in their growth,
Drop, ‖: drop Indian fruits, :‖ as thick as April showers.