Which Apryll's teares inn angerr wash'dd awaie.
Onr tenes alych, alych our domes shall bee,
Where'err thou wander'stt I wyll followe thee;
And whann our sprytes throughe feere are purg'dd fromm claie,
Inn pees theie shalle repose upponn the mylkie waie.
ALFREDE.
The raynbowe hewes that payntt the laughyng mees,[12]
The gule-stayn'dd[13] folyage of the okenn trees,
The starrie spangells of the mornynge dewe,