Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey 1546: Sonnet II
THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With grene hath clad the hill, and eke the vale:
The nightingale, with fethers new she sings;
The turtle to her make hath told her tale:
Somer is come, for every spray now springs,
The hart hath hung his old hed on the pale:
The buck in brake his winter coate he flings:
The fishes flete with new repayrèd scale:
The adder all her slough away she slings:
The swift swallow pursueth the fliës smalle:
The busybee her hony now she minges:
Winter is worn that was the flowers bale:
And thus I see among these pleasant things,
Each care decayes, and yet my sorow springs.
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