Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 23

Two windes, one calme, another fierce to see,
Th'one of the Spring, of Winter th'other right
I plainly (Ladie) doo discerne in thee:
The first (which makes me joy) breathes from thy sight
Such daintie flowers in divers coloured show,
As makes to blush Dame Iris raynie Bow.
The second (which makes mee to pine away)
Blowes from thine inward brest a deadly blast,
Where doth eternall hardnes alwaies stay,
Which I doo see eternall ay to last:
So as calme Zephyrus in face thou art,
But rough as boystrous Boreas in thine hart.
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