Epigram 34 (The welcome Sunne from sea Freake is returned,)

The welcome Sunne from sea Freake is returned,
And cheerth with his beames the naked earth,
Which gainst his comming her apparelleth,
And hath his absence sixe long moneths mourned.
Out of her fragrant side she sendes to greete him
The rashed primrose and the violet;
While she the fieldes and meadowes doth beset
With flowers, & hang the trees with pearle to meet him
Amid this hope and ioy she doth forget,
To kill the hemlocke which doth grow too fast,
And chill the adder making too much hast,
With his blacke sonnes reuiued with the heat,
Till sommer come with diuers colours clad,
Much like my Epigrams with good and badd.