Faire dayes: or, Dawnes deceitfull.

FAire was the Dawne; and but e'ne now the Skies
Shew'd like to Creame, enspir'd with Strawberries:
But on a sudden, all was chang'd and gone
That smil'd in that first-sweet complexion.
Then Thunder-claps and Lightning did conspire
To teare the world, or set it all on fire.
What trust to things, below when as we see,
As Men, the Heavens have their Hypocrisie?