Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring
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Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee
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Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring
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When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee
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Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth
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Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth
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Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth
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Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth
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Hir grace like June
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When earth and trees bee trimde
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In best attire of compleat beauties height
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Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde
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With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith
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Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies
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Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies
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Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies
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Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies
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Sweet sommer spring
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That breatheth life and growing
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In weedes as into herbs and flowers
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And sees of service divers sorts in sowing
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Some haply seeming and some being yours
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Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve
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And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve
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Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve
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And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve
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Clear Or Cloudy
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