Canzon 32. Nature, I find, doth, once a year, hold market!

Anonymous

NATURE, I find, doth, once a year, hold market!

A gaudy fair of brooches and of babies;

And bounteously to all doth She impart it,

Yet chiefly to true Lovers, and fair Ladies.

There, may you see her dappart Com’nalty

Clad, some in purple, some in scarlet dye;

Whiles she (rich Queen!), in all her royalty,

Commands them spread their chaffer to the eye.

The buyer pays no impost, nor no fees;

But rather to invite with wealthier pleasure,

She booths her fair with shade of broad-branched trees,

Wherein (good Queen!) her care doth match her treasure.

With wealth of more cost, Nature doth Thee beautify!

Save, careless, she hath left no shelter ’gainst thine eye!