(5) When euery bird on euery branch can sing Naught but this note of woe alas? Alas this note of woe why should we sound? With vs as May, September hath a prime, Then birds and branches your alas is fond, (10) Which call vpon the absent Summer time: For did flowres make our May Or the Sun-beames your day. When Night and Winter did the World embrace, Well might you waile your ill and sing alas.
(15) Loe Matron-like the Earth her selfe attires In habite graue, Naked the fields are, bloomelesse are the brires, Yet we a Summer haue, Who in our clime kindleth these liuing fires, (20) Which bloomes can on the briers saue. No Ice doth christallize the running Brooke, No blast deflowres the flowre-adorned field, Christall is cleare, but clearer is the looke, Which to our climes these liuing fires doth yield: (25) Winter though euery where Hath no abiding here: On Brooks and Briers she doth rule alone, The Sunne which lights our world is alwayes one. +
FINIS. Edmund Bolton.