[The worlds eye daz'ler in his fiery race]
The thirteenth of Iuly the Sunne enters into Leo, or the Lion.
Leo. Iuly.
The worlds eye daz'ler in his fiery race,
Doth at the Lyon lodge his vntam'd Steeds:
And now the ripening yeere begins apace
To shew Dame Tellus, procreatiue seeds.
For as from man, mans generation breeds,
So by manuring of our Grandam Earth,
Are brought forth fruits, & flowres, and hearbs, and weeds,
To shield ingratefull man from pining dearth.
The dogged dog daies now with heat doe swelt,
And now's the season, of th'vnseasn'd aire:
When burning feauers make the patient melt,
Whose heat the Doctors hardly can repaire:
For why, these currish daies are fatall still,
And where they chance to bite, they vse to kill.
