The Times' Whistle Or A Newe Daunce of Seuen Satires, and other Poems: Compiled by R. C., Gent. [i.e. Richard Corbett]. Now First Edited from Ms. Y. 8. 3. in the Library of Canterbury Cathedral: With introduction, notes, and glossary, By J. M. Cowper |
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De quatuor anni partibus. |
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De quatuor anni partibus.
Apollo to his flaming carre adrest
Taking his dayly, never ceasing course,
His fiery head in Thetis watry brest,
Three hundred sixty & five times doth source:
As many times Aurora doth appear
Ere there be made a full & perfect year.
Taking his dayly, never ceasing course,
His fiery head in Thetis watry brest,
Three hundred sixty & five times doth source:
As many times Aurora doth appear
Ere there be made a full & perfect year.
This year equally doth it selfe distribute
Into 4 partes, which we doe quarters call,
Each having his peculiar attribute
Of name, & severall qualitie with all:
Spring ever plesaunt, Summer hot & dusty,
Fruit-ripening Autumne, Winter colde & frosty.
Into 4 partes, which we doe quarters call,
Each having his peculiar attribute
Of name, & severall qualitie with all:
Spring ever plesaunt, Summer hot & dusty,
Fruit-ripening Autumne, Winter colde & frosty.
Sweet smelling Spring, that ever chearfull season,
Clad with the verdure of fresh hearbes & flowers,
Renewes the year & makes it alwaies geason
By distillation of his fruitfull showers:
This quarter doth (for soe it is assignde)
Refresh the sence & recreate the minde.
Clad with the verdure of fresh hearbes & flowers,
Renewes the year & makes it alwaies geason
By distillation of his fruitfull showers:
This quarter doth (for soe it is assignde)
Refresh the sence & recreate the minde.
No sooner doth the blazing bright beamd starre,
Sol, enter Cancer that signe tropicall,
But Summer in his progresse doth declare
A hot ensuing season that must fall:
Now Ceres, goddesse of all corne & tillage,
Begins her harvest in each country village.
Sol, enter Cancer that signe tropicall,
But Summer in his progresse doth declare
A hot ensuing season that must fall:
Now Ceres, goddesse of all corne & tillage,
Begins her harvest in each country village.
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When day & night are in equalitie,
Autumne doth then beginne his course to take,
Whom aires temperate serenity
A pleasaunt quarter evermore doth make:
Now Bacchus treadeth downe the fruitfull vine,
And doth compose the spirit quickning wine.
Autumne doth then beginne his course to take,
Whom aires temperate serenity
A pleasaunt quarter evermore doth make:
Now Bacchus treadeth downe the fruitfull vine,
And doth compose the spirit quickning wine.
When longest night doth make the shortest day,
Frostie-facde Winter Autumne doth succeede,
In boysterous stormes his force he doth display,
Whose nipping colde doth ofte diseases breed:
Yet man to please this quarter doth present
Domesticke sportes & homebred merriment.
Frostie-facde Winter Autumne doth succeede,
In boysterous stormes his force he doth display,
Whose nipping colde doth ofte diseases breed:
Yet man to please this quarter doth present
Domesticke sportes & homebred merriment.
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