==The 1609 Quarto Version==
From you haue I beene abent in the pring,
When proud pide Aprill (dret in all his trim)
Hath put a pirit of youth in euery thing:
That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him.
Yet nor the laies of birds,nor the weet mell
Of different flowers in odor and in hew,
Could make me any ummers tory tell:
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white,
Nor praie the deepe vermillion in the Roe,
They weare but weet,but figures of delight:
Drawne after you, you patterne of all thoe.
Yet eem'd it Winter till,and you away,
As with your haddow I with thee did play.