Caelica, Sonnet XXXIX

THe Nurse-life Wheat within his greene huske growing,
Flatters our hope, and tickles our desire,
Natures true riches in sweet beauties shewing,
Which set all hearts, with labours loue, on fire.

No lesse faire is the Wheat when golden care,
Shewes vnto hope the ioyes of neare enioying:
Faire and sweet is the bud, more sweet and faire
The Rose, which proues that time is not destroying.

Caelica, your youth, the morning of delight,
Enamel'd o're with beauties white and red,
All sense and thoughts did to beleefe inuite,
That Loue and Glorie there are brought to bed;
And your ripe yeeres loue none; he goes no higher,
Turnes all the spirits of Man into desire.