Of the time he first began to loue and after how he forewent the same

HOwe may it be that Snow and Ise
ingender heate?
Or how may Glare and Frost intise
a feruent sweate?
Or how may Sommer season make
of heate a colde?
How may the Spring the leaues downe shake
and trées vnfolde?
Though these too others séeme full rare,
To mée no newes at all they are.

For I my selfe in Winter tide
when colde was rife,
Whote gleames of Cupid did abide
and stormes of strife.
In frostie weather I was warme
and burning whot,
But when the Bées and Birds did swarme,
full colde God wot:
In Winter time began my looue,
Which I in Sommer did remooue.