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Mad. [vi]

[On this colde World of Ours]

On this colde World of Ours,
Flowre of the Seasons, Season of the Flowrs,
Sonne of the Sunne sweet Spring,
Such hote and burning Dayes why doest thou bring?
Is this for that those high Eternall Pow'rs
Flash downe that Fire this All enuironing?
Or that now Phœbus keepes his Sisters Spheare?
Or doth some Phaëton
Enflame the Sea and Aire?
Or rather is it (Vsher of the Yeare)
For that last Day amongst thy Flowrs alone
Vnmask'd thou saw'st my Faire?
And whilst thou on her gaz'd shee did thee burne,
And in thy Brother Summer doth thee turne.