Fair Days: or, Dawns Deceitful

Fair was the dawn, and but e'en now the skiesShow'd like to cream inspir'd with strawberries,But on a sudden all was chang'd and goneThat smil'd in that first sweet complexion.Then thunder-claps and lightning did conspireTo tear the world, or set it all on fire.What trust to things below, whenas we see,As men, the heavens have their hypocrisy?