The peaceful westerne winde
The winter stormes hath tam`d,
And nature in each kinde
The kinde heat hath inflam`d.
The forward buds so sweetly breathe
Out of their earthy bowers,
That heav`n,...Read more

The peaceful westerne winde
The winter stormes hath tam`d,
And nature in each kinde
The kinde heat hath inflam`d.
The forward buds so sweetly breathe
Out of their earthy bowers,
That heav`n, which viewes their pompe beneath,
Would faine be deckt with flowers.

See how the morning smiles
On her bright easterne hill,
And with soft steps beguiles
Them that lie slumbring still.
The musicke-loving birds are come
From cliffes and rockes unknowne,
To see the trees and briers blome
That late were over-flowne.

What Saturne did destroy,
Loves Queene revives againe;
And now her naked boy
Doth in the fields remaine:
Where he such pleasing change doth view
In ev`ry living thing,
As if the world were borne anew
To gratifie the Spring.

If all things life present,
Why die my comforts then?
Why suffers my content?
Am I the worst of men?
O beautie, be not thou accus`d
Too justly in this case:
Unkindly if true love be us`d,
`Twill yeeld thee little grace.

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