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

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

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

Sweet sommer that breatheth life and growing,
In weedes as herbs and flowers,
And sees of service sorts in sowing,
Some haply seeming and some yours,
Raine on your and flowers that truly serve,
And let your lack dew and duly starve.