Thomas Wyatt (1542) says of his lady-love:
The rocks do not so cruelly
Repulse the waves continually,
As she my suit and affection
So that I am past remedy.
Robert Southwell (1595), in Love's Servile Lott, compares love to April:
May never was the month for love,
For May is full of floures,
But rather Aprill, wett by kinde,
For love is full of showers....