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

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

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

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