Clear or cloudy

Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring
Smoth 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 yer 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 hеad in Skies
Gently thundring, she lightning to my еies

Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing
In weedes as into hearbs and flowers
And sees of service divers sorts in sowing
Some haply seeming and some being yours
Raine on your hearbs and flowers that truely serve
And let your weeds lack dew and duely starve