"Spring, the Sweet Spring... " from Summer's Last Will and Testament

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug 1 , pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm2 and may3 make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe4 all day
And we hear aye5 birds tune this merry lay6:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jugjug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!
–Thomas Nashe

jug-jug: sound of the nightingale
palm: willow
may: hawthorn
pipe: play a shepherd's flute
aye: always
lay: song
Choose the sense that the poet appeals to in the last two lines of each stanza.