Thy lovely face was never meant
To be the shore of discontent.
Then clear those wat'rish stars again
Which else portend a lasting rain;
Lest the clouds which settle there
10Prolong my winter all the year:
And the example others make
In love with sorrow for thy sake.
Dry those fair, &c.] This piece is also claimed for Lord Pembroke (see Preface to this volume). It might be his, King's, or the work of almost any lyrical poet in this collection and of many outside of it.