Luyện nghe bài hát Clear or cloudy - Second Booke of Songes, 1600, no21

Cleare or cloudie as April showring,
Smooth or so is hir face to mee,
Pleasd or like milde May all flowring,
When skies blew and medowes carpets bee,
Hir speeches notes of that bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet yet jarring outringeth.

Hir grace like June, earth and trees bee trimde,
In attire of compleat beauties height,
Hir love like sommers daies bee dimde,
With little of doubtfull constant faith,
Hir trust hir doubt, raine and heat in Skies,
thundring, she lightning to mine eies.

Sweet sommer that breatheth life and growing,
In as into herbs and flowers,
And of service divers sorts in sowing,
Some haply seeming and being yours,
on your herbs and flowers that truly serve,
And let your weeds dew and duly starve.