Describe "Amoretti" as a love poem with quotations

New yeare forth looking out of Janus gate,
Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight:
and bidding th'old Adieu, his passed date
bids all old thoughts to die in dumpish spright.
And calling forth out of sad Winters night,
fresh love, that long hath slept in cheerlesse bower:
wils him awake, and soone about him dight
his wanton wings and darts of deadly power.
For lusty spring now in his timely howre,
is ready to come forth him to receive:
and warnes the Earth with the divers colord flowre
to decke hir selfe, and her faire mantle weave.
Then you faire flowre, in whome fresh youth doth raine,
prepare your selfe new love to entertaine.

Sonnet 7:

Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart,
what wondrous vertue is contaynd in you
the which both lyfe and death forth from you dart
into the object of your mighty view?
For when ye mildly looke with lovely hew,
then is my soule with life and love inspired:
but when ye lowre, or looke on me askew
then doe I die, as one with lightning fyred.
But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,
looke euer lovely, as becomes you best,
that your bright beams of my weak eies admyred,
may kindle living fire within my brest.
Such life should be the honor of your light,
such death the sad ensample of your might.

Sonnet 19:

The merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trompet shrill hath thrise already sounded:
that warnes al louers wayt upon their king,
who now is comming forth with girland crouned.
With noyse whereof the quyre of Byrds resounded
their anthemes sweet devized of loves prayse,
that all the woods theyr ecchoes back rebounded,
as if they knew the meaning of their layes.
But mongst them all, which did Loves honor rayse,
no word was heard of her that most it ought,
but she his precept proudly disobayes,
and doth his ydle message set at nought.
Therefore O love, unlesse she turne to thee
ere Cuckow end, let her a rebell be.

Sonnet 27:

Faire proud now tell me why should faire be proud,
Sith all worlds glorie is but drosse uncleane:
and in the shade of death it selfe shall shroud,
how ever now thereof ye little weene.
That goodly Idoll now so gay beseene,
shall doffe her fleshes borowd fayre attyre:
and be forgot as it had never beene,
that many now much worship and admire.
Ne any then shall after it inquire,
ne any mention shall thereof remaine:
but what this verse, that never shall expyre,
shall to you purchas with her thankles paine.
Faire be no lenger proud of that shall perish,
but that which shal you make immortall, cherish.

Sonnet 51:

Doe I not see that fayrest ymages
Of hardest Marble are of purpose made?
for that they should endure through many ages,
ne let theyr famous moniments to fade.
Why then doe I, untrainde in lovers trade,
her hardnes blame which I should more commend?
Sith never ought was excellent assayde,
which was not hard t'atchive and bring to end.
Ne ought so hard, but he that would attend,
mote soften it and to his will allure:
so doe I hope her stubborne hart to bend,
and that it then more stedfast will endure.
Onely my paines wil be the more to get her,
but having her, my joy wil be the greater.