Sonnet 3: Beauties luster

Dew drinking Phaebus hid his golden head,
Balm-breathing Zepherus lay close immur'd:
The silly Lambs and Kyds, lay all as dead
Skies, earth and seas, all solace had abiur'd.
Poore men, and beasts, to toylesome taskes inur'd
In drooping manner spent the drowsie day:
All but the Owle, whose safety night assur'd,
She gladly cuts the ayre with whooting lay.
When loe the blossom of my blooming May
From out her Cooche maiestickly doth rise:
Then Tytan doth his radient beames display.
And clouds are vanisht from the vaulty skies.
Sweete Zephirs gales reuiueth beasts and men,
Madg Howlet scuds vnto her neast agen.