Delia: Sonnet 35

BVT loue whilst that thou maist be lou'd againe.
Now whilst thy May hath fill'd thy lap with flowers,
Now whilst thy beauty beares without a staine;
Now vse thy Sommer smiles, ere Winter lowers.
And whilst thou spread'st vnto the rysing sunne,
The fairest flowre that euer saw the light,
Now ioy thy time before thy sweet be done,
And (Delia,) thinke thy morning must haue night.
And that thy brightnes sets at length to West,
When thou wilt close vp that which now yu showest,
And thinke the same becomes thy fading best,
Which then shall hide it most, and couer lowest.
Men doe not wey the stalke for that it was,
When once they find her flowre her glory passe.