Hawthorne had lost his motley liuery, The naked twiges were shiuering all for cold: And, dropping downe the teares aboundantly, Ech thing, mee thought, with weeping eye mee tolde The cruell season, bidding mee withholde My selfe within, for I was gotten out Into the fieldes, wheras I walkt[1490] about. 4. When loe the night with misty mantels spred Gan darke the day, and dim the azure skies,[1491] And _Venus_ in her message _Hermes_ sped To bloudy _Mars_, to will him not to rise, While shee her selfe approacht in speedy wise: And _Virgo_ hyding her disdaynefull brest, With _Thetis_ now had layde her downe to rest. 5. Whiles _Scorpio_ dreading _Sagittarius_ dart, Whose bowe prest bent in fight, the string had slipt, Down slide into the _Ocean_ flud aparte, The _Beare_, that in the _Irish_ seas had dipt His griesly feete, with speede from thence hee whipt: For _Thetis_, hasting from the virgin’s bed, Pursude the _Beare_, that, ere she came, was fled. 6. And _Phaeton_ now, neare reaching to his race With glistring beames, gold-streaming where they bent, Was prest to enter in his resting place: _Erythius_, that in the cart fyrst went, Had euen now attaynd his iorney’s stent: And, fast declining, hid away his head, While _Titan_ coucht him in his purple bed. 7. And pale _Cinthea_, with her borrowed light, Beginning to supply her brother’s place, Was past the noonesteede sixe degrees in sight, When sparkling stars amid the heauen’s face, With twinkling light shone on the earth apace, That, while they brought about the nighte’s chare,[1492] The darke had dimd the day, ere I was ware. 8. And sorrowing I to see the sommer flowers, The liuely greene, the lusty lease,[1493] forlorne, The sturdy trees so shattred with the showers, The fieldes so fade, that florisht so beforne: It taught mee well, all earthly things be borne To dye the death: for nought long time may last: The sommer’s beauty yeeldes to winter’s blast. 9. Then looking vpward to the heauen’s leames,[1494] With nighte’s starres[1495] thicke powdred euery where, Which erst so glistned with the golden streames That chearfull _Phœbus_ spred downe from his sphere Beholding darke, oppressing day, so neare: The sodayne sight reduced to my mynde, The sundry chaunges that in earth wee finde. 10.[1496]