Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring

Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee

Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring

When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee

Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth

Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth

Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth

Who thought all sweet, yet jarring notes outringeth

Hir grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimde

In best attire of compleat beauties height

Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde

With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith

Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies

Gently thund'ring, she lightning to mine eies

Hir trust her doubt, like rain and heat in Skies

Gently thundering, she lightning to mine eyes

Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing

In weedes as into herbs and flowers

And sees of service divers sorts in sowing

Some haply seeming and some being yours

Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve

And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve

Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve

And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve