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Winter daies bringe Much delight Not for them selues, but for they soone bring Night Other sweets waigst thee, then these [8sp] Meates Other disportes, then dancinge Iollities Other loue tricks then glancinge with the eyes. But that the Svn still in our halfe Spheare sweates. Hee flies in Winter, But hee now stands still Yett shaddowes tvrne. Noone poynte hee hath attaind His steeds will bee restraind But gallop liuelye downe the Westerne hill: Thou shalt when hee hath come the Worlds halfe frame To night putt on perfection, and A womans name. The amorus eveninge starr is rose Why should not then our amorus starr enclose Her selfe in her wishd bedd? release your stringes Musitians, And dancers take some truce With these your pleasinge labours, for greate vse. As much weariness, as perfection brings Yow and not only yow, but all toyld beasts Rest dulie, att Night, and their toyles are dispensed: Butt in their bedds commensed Are other labours and more dainty feastes Shee goes a maid, who least shee turne the same. To night puts on perfection, and a Womans Name. |
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