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 skies blew and medowes carpets bee,
Hir speeches notes of night bird that singeth,
Who all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth.

Hir grace like June, when earth and bee trimde,
In attire of compleat beauties height,
Hir againe like sommers daies bee dimde,
little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith,
Hir hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies,
Gently thundring, she lightning to eies.

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