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 170 An fie Bj'odji reefs Woi'ks.

For though the froft hath loft his binding power.

Yet many a fleece of Ihow and ftormy fliower

Doth darken So/^s bright eye," makes us remember

The pinching North-wefl; wind of cold" December.

My fecond moneth is April., green and fair,

Of longer dayes, and a more temperate Air:

The Sun in Tanrtis keeps his relidence,'''

And with his warmer beams glanceth from thence

This is the month whofe fruitful fliowrs produces

All fet and fown' for all delights and ufes:

The Pear, the Plum, and Apple-tree now flourifli

The grafs grows long the hungry beaft'^ to nourifh.

The Primrofe pale, and azure violet

Among the virduous grafs hath nature fet,

That when the Sun on's Love (the earth) doth fliine

Thefe might as lace fet out her garment fine.

The fearfull bird his little houfe now builds ' [61 j

In trees and walls, in Cities and in fields.

The outfide ftrong, the infide warm and neat;

A natural Ai'tificer compleat.

" face. « Nor-weft cold, of fierce.

''' The Sun now keeps his porting refidence

In Taurus Signe, yet hafteth ftraight from thence ;

For though in's running progreffe he doth take

Twelve houfes of the oblique Zodiack

Yet never minute ftil was known to ftand.

But only once at JoJJiua's ftrange command ; t All Plants, and Flowers. d the tender Lamb'^.

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