Sonnet 33

THe Sun is faire when he with crimson Crown,
And flaming Rubies leaves his Easterne bed,
Faire is Thaumantias in her Christall gown
When clouds engemm'd shew azure, green, and red.
To Westerne Worlds when wearied Day goes down,
And from heavens windows each Star shows her head,
Earths silent daughter, Night, is faire though brown,
Faire is the Moon though in Loves livery cled.
The Spring is faire when it doth paint Aprill,
Faire are the Meads, the Woods, the Floods are faire,
Faire looketh Ceres with her yellow haire,
And Apples-Queene when Rose-cheekt she doth smile.
That Heaven and Earth, and Seas are faire is true,
Yet true that all not please so much as you.