Into the stall; doth now securely lie
In open field, and love no more is made
By the fire-side; but in the cooler shade
Amyutas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season; only she doth carry
June in her eyes, her heart is January.
PERSUASION TO LOVE.
Think not, ’cause men flattering say
You’re fresh as April, sweet as May,