66. ¶ A sonet vpon the Authors first seuen yeeres seruice. Chap. 55

Seuen times hath Janus tane new yéere by hand,
Seuen times hath blustring March blowne forth his powre:
To driue out Aprils buds, by sea and land,
For minion Maie, to deck most trim with flowre.
Seuen times hath temperate Ver, like pageant plaide,
And pleasant Æstas eke hir flowers told:
Seuen times Autumnes heate hath béene delaide,
With Hyems boistrous blasts, and bitter cold.
Seuen times the thirtéene Moones haue changed hew,
Seuen times the Sunne his course hath gone about:
Seuen times ech bird hir nest hath built anew,
Since first time you to serue, I choosed out.

Still yours am I, though thus the time hath past,
And trust to be, as long as life shall last.