April is in my mistress' face,
And July in her eyes hath place,
Within her bosom is September,
But in her heart a cold December.



April is in my mistress' face, And July in her eyes hath place, Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December.

April is in my mistress' face, And July in her eyes hath place, Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December.

April is in my mistress' face, And July in her eyes hath place, Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December.

April is in my mistress' face, And July in her eyes hath place, Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December.