Sonnet 62

THE weary yeare his race now having run,

The new begins his compast course anew:

With shew of morning mylde he hath begun,

Betokening peace and plenty to ensew1,

So let us, which2 this chaunge of weather vew,

Chaunge eeke our mynds, and former lives amend

The old yeares sinnes forepast let us eschew

And fly the faults with which we did offend.

Then shall the new yeares joy forth freshly send,

Into the glooming3 world his gladsome ray:

And all these stormes, which now his beauty blend4,

Shall turne to caulmes, and tymely cleare away.

So likewise, love, cheare you your heavy spright,

And chaunge old yeares annoy to new delight.

注释：1.ensew：紧随其后。

2.which：=who。

3.glooming：昏暗的。

4.blend：污染。