Classic Poem

CLEOD .

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, which delight
Thee most? which ( Myrson ) should thy wish invite?
Doth Winter, when the Earth left unmanur'd
Men are by sloth unto the fire allur'd,
Or fairer Spring best please thee? say which fits
Thy choice? our want of businesse talk permits.

MYR .

Men must not censure what the Gods create;
Delightful and divine is every state;
But thou shalt know with which I most am won;
Not Summer, for the scorching of the Sun,
Nor Autumn, for th'unwholsomnesse of fruit,
Nor Winter for its snows with me doth suit.
Lov'd Spring be all the year! when no excesse
Of heat or cold our spirits doth oppresse;
In Spring are all things fruitful, all things sweet,
Then nights and dayes in even measure meet.