AGAINST THE STORMY GUSTS OF WINTER’S DAY
THY EDGE SHOULD BLUNTER BE THAN APPETITE
FOR, THOU BETRAYING ME, I DO BETRAY
YET DOTH IT STEAL SWEET HOURS FROM LOVE’S DELIGHT
LOVE’S EYE IS NOT SO TRUE AS ALL MEN’S: NO
AGAINST THIS COMING END YOU SHOULD PREPARE
THAT YOU YOURSELF, BEING EXTANT, WELL MIGHT SHOW
WHEN YOUR SWEET ISSUE YOUR SWEET FORM SHOULD BEAR
WHEN I HAVE SEEN SUCH INTERCHANGE OF STATE
INCAPABLE OF MORE, REPLETE WITH YOU
RUIN HATH TAUGHT ME THUS TO RUMINATE
AND YOU IN GRECIAN TIRES ARE PAINTED NEW
SO THOU THROUGH WINDOWS OF THINE AGE SHALL SEE
AND, BEING FRANK, SHE LENDS TO THOSE ARE FREE