The peacefull westerne winde

The peacefull westerne winde

The winter stormes hath tam'd,

And nature in each kinde

The kinde heat hath inflam'd:

The forward buds so sweetly breathe

Out of their earthy bowers,

That heau'n which viewes their pompe beneath

Would faine be deckt with flowers.

See how the morning smiles

On her bright easterne hill,

And with soft steps beguiles

Them that lie slumbring still.

The musicke-louing birds are come

From cliffes and rocks vnknowne,

To see the trees and briers blome

That late were ouerflowne.

What Saturne did destroy,

Loues Queene reuiues againe;

And now her naked boy

Doth in the fields remaine,

Where he such pleasing change doth view

In eu'ry liuing thing,

As if the world were borne anew

To gratifie the Spring.

If all things life present,

Why die my comforts then?

Why suffers my content?

Am I the worst of men?

O, beautie, be not thou accus'd

Too iustly in this case:

Vnkindly if true loue be vs'd,

'Twill yeeld thee little grace.