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 smiling like May all flowring,
When blew silke and medowes carpets bee,
Hir speeches of that night bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet yet notes outringeth.

Hir grace June, when earth and trees bee trimde,
In best of compleat beauties height,
Hir love againe like sommers bee dimde,
With little cloudes of doubtfull faith,
Hir trust hir doubt, like 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 and some being yours,
Raine on your herbs and flowers truly serve,
And let your lack dew and duly starve.