Edmund Spenser

Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,In whose cote-armour richly are displayd

In praise of Eliza, Queen of the ShepherdsSee where she sits upon the grassie greene,

Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimesBeene to me ayding, others to adorne,

Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayreSweete-breathing Zephyrus did softly play

Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;