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 silke and medowes carpets bee,
Hir notes of that night bird that singeth,
Who thought all yet jarring notes outringeth.

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

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