But in this world it were good reason
We did distinguish time and season;
Her presence then did make the day,
And night shall come when she's away.
Long absence in far-distant placeWinter55
Creates the winter; and the space
She tarried with me, well I might
Call it my summer of delight.Summer
Diversity of weather came
From what she did, and thence had name;60
Sometimes sh' would smile—that made it fair;
And when she laught, the sun shin'd clear.
Sometimes sh' would frown, and sometimes weep,
So clouds and rain their turns do keep;
Sometimes again sh' would be all ice,65
Extremely cold, extremely nice.
But soft, my Muse! the world is wide,
And all at once was not descri'd:
It may fall out some honest lover
The rest hereafter will discover.70
SONNETS
I
1
That piece of beauty passes?
There was a time when I did vow
To that alone;
But mark the fate of faces;5
The red and white works now no more on me
Than if it could not charm, or I not see.
2
And I have still desires,
Am still the selfsame flesh and blood,10
As apt to melt
And suffer from those fires;
O! some kind power unriddle where it lies,
Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes?
