The Spring time of my first loving,
Finds yet no winter of removing;
Nor frosts to make my hopes decrease:
But with the Summer still increase.

The trees may teach us Love's remaining,
Who suffer change with little paining,
Though Winter make their leaves decrease,
Yet with the Summer they increase.

As birds by silence show their mourning
in colde, yet sing at Springs returning:
So may Love nipt awhile decrease,
but as the Summer soone increase.

Those that doe love but for a season,
Doe faulsifie both Love and Reason:
For Reason wills, if Love decrease,
It like the Summer should increase.

Though Love sometimes may be mistaken,
the truth yet ought not to be shaken:
Or though the heate awhile decrease,
It with the Summer may increase.

And since the Spring time of my loving
Found never Winter of removing:
Nor frosts to make my hopes decrease,
Shall as the Summer still increase.