1431The basest Iewell wil be well esteem'd:

1432So are those errors that in thee are seene,

1433To truths translated, and for true things deem'd.

1434How many Lambs might the sterne Wolfe betray,

1435If like a Lambe he could his lookes translate.

1436How many gazers mighst thou lead away,

1437If thou wouldst vse the strength of all thy state?

1438 But doe not so, I loue thee in such sort,

1439As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

1441HOw like a Winter hath my absence beene

1442From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting yeare?

1443What freezings haue I felt, what darke daies seene?

1444What old Decembers barenesse euery where?

1445And yet this time remou'd was sommers time,

1446The teeming Autumne big with ritch increase,

1447Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,

1448Like widdowed wombes after their Lords decease:

1449Yet this aboundant issue seem'd to me,

1450But hope of Orphans, and vn-fathered fruite,

1451For Sommer and his pleasures waite on thee,

1452And thou away, the very birds are mute.

1453 Or if they sing, tis with so dull a cheere,

1454That leaues looke pale, dreading the Winters neere.

1456FRom you haue I beene absent in the spring,

1457When proud pide Aprill (drest in all his trim)

1458Hath put a spirit of youth in euery thing:

1459That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him.

1460Yet nor the laies of birds, nor the sweet smell

1461Of different flowers in odor and in hew,

1462Could make me any summers story tell:

1463Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:

1464Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white,

1465Nor praise the deepe vermillion in the Rose,

1466They weare but sweet, but figures of delight: