The peacefull westerne winde The winter stormes hath tam'd, And nature in each kinde The kinde heat hath inflam'd. The forward buds so sweetly breathe Out of their earthly bowers, That heav'n which views their pompe beneath, Would faine be deckt with flowers. See how the morning smiles From her bright eastern hill, And with soft steps beguiles Them that lie slumbring still. The musicke-loving birds have come from cliffes and rockes unknowne; To see the trees and briers bloome, That late were over-flowne. What Saturne did destroy, Loves Queen revives againe; And now her naked boy Doth in the fields remaine: Where he such pleasing change doth view In ev'ry living thing, As if the world were born anew, To gratifie the Spring.