The wrathfull winter proching[1488] on apace,
With blustering blasts had all ybarde the treene,
And olde Saturnus with his frosty face
With chilling cold had pearst the tender greene:
The mantles rent, wherein enwrapped beene
The gladsom groues that now lay ouerthrowne,
The tapets torne, and euery blome downe blowne.[1489]
2.
The soyle, that erst so seemly was to seene,
Was all despoyled of her beauties hewe: