Fantasticks seruing for a perpetuall prognostication. Descants of 1 The vvorld. 2 The earth. 3 VVater. 4 Ayre. 5 Fire. 6 Fish. 7 Beasts. 8 Man. 9 VVoman. 10 Loue. 11 Money. 12 The spring. 13 Summer. 14 Haruest. 15 VVinter. 16 The 12. moneths 17 Christmas. 18 Lent. 19 Good Friday. 20 Easter day. 21 Morning. 22 The 12. houres. 23 Midnight. 24 The conclusion.
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             Fantasticks seruing for a perpetuall prognostication. Descants of 1 The vvorld. 2 The earth. 3 VVater. 4 Ayre. 5 Fire. 6 Fish. 7 Beasts. 8 Man. 9 VVoman. 10 Loue. 11 Money. 12 The spring. 13 Summer. 14 Haruest. 15 VVinter. 16 The 12. moneths 17 Christmas. 18 Lent. 19 Good Friday. 20 Easter day. 21 Morning. 22 The 12. houres. 23 Midnight. 24 The conclusion.
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           FANTASTICKS
           :
           Seruing
           for
           A
           PERPETVALL
           Prognostication
           .
           
             Descants
             of
          
           
             
               1
               The
               VVorld
               .
            
             
               2
               The
               Earth
               .
            
             
               3
               VVater
               .
            
             
               4
               Ayre
               .
            
             
               5
               Fire
               .
            
             
               6
               Fish.
               
            
             
               7
               Beasts
               .
            
             
               8
               Man.
               
            
             
               9
               VVoman
               .
            
             
               10
               Loue.
               
            
             
               11
               Money
               .
            
             
               12
               The
               Spring
               .
            
             
               13
               Summer
               .
            
             
               14
               Haruest
               .
            
             
               15
               VVinter
               .
            
             
               16
               The
               12.
               Moneths
            
             
               17
               Christmas
               .
            
             
               18
               Lent.
               
            
             
               19
               Good
               Friday
               .
            
             
               20
               Easter
               day
               .
            
             
               21
               Morning
               .
            
             
               22
               The
               12.
               
               Houres
               .
            
             
               23
               Midnight
               .
            
             
               24
               The
               Conclusion
               .
            
          
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             Francis
             Williams
          
           .
           1626.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           To
           the
           VVorshipfull
           and
           worthy
           Knight
           ,
           Sir
           
             MARKE
             IVE
          
           of
           Riuers
           Hall
           in
           Essex
           ,
           N.B.
           wisheth
           on
           earth
           hearts
           ease
           ,
           and
           heauen
           hereafter
           .
        
         
           SIR
           ,
           your
           many
           fauours
           ,
           and
           my
           small
           deserts
           ,
           make
           mee
           study
           how
           to
           discharge
           my selfe
           of
           ingratitude
           ,
           which
           not
           knowing
           better
           how
           to
           doe
           ,
           then
           by
           the
           labour
           of
           my
           spirit
           ,
           to
           shew
           the
           nature
           of
           my
           loue
           ,
           I
           haue
           thought
           good
           to
           present
           your
           patience
           with
           this
           little
           volume
           of
           varieties
           ,
           in
           which
           ,
           though
           the
           Title
           promise
           no
           matter
           of
           great
           worth
           ,
           yet
           it
           may
           be
           ,
           if
           you
           peruse
           it
           ,
           you
           shall
           finde
           somewhat
           that
           you
           may
           like
           in
           it
           :
           howsoeuer
           it
           be
           ,
           it
           may
           serue
           you
           in
           the
           Winter
           ,
           to
           keepe
           you
           from
           sleep
           by
           the
           fire
           side
           ,
           and
           in
           the
           Summer
           in
           shady
           walkes
           ,
           to
           passe
           away
           idle
           time
           .
        
         
           In
           briefe
           ,
           wishing
           it
           of
           that
           nature
           ,
           that
           might
           come
           neere
           the
           worthinesse
           of
           your
           acceptation
           ,
           I
           leaue
           it
           with
           my
           better
           seruice
           ,
           to
           the
           fauor
           of
           your
           good
           discretion
           :
           and
           so
           in
           all
           humilitie
           rest
           ,
        
         
           
             Yours
             affectionately
             to
             command
             ,
             
               N.
               B.
            
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           IT
           was
           my
           hap
           of
           late
           ,
           walking
           thorow
           the
           fields
           ,
           to
           light
           vpon
           a
           peece
           of
           paper
           ,
           in
           which
           I
           found
           a
           kind
           of
           discourse
           ,
           set
           down
           vpon
           an
           imagination
           of
           midnight
           .
           By
           whom
           it
           was
           written
           ,
           I
           know
           not
           ,
           but
           by
           whomsoeuer
           ,
           I
           liked
           it
           so
           well
           ,
           that
           wishing
           my selfe
           able
           to
           doe
           halfe
           so
           well
           ,
           I
           fell
           into
           an
           humor
           of
           imitating
           the
           veyne
           ,
           so
           neer
           as
           I
           could
           ,
           in
           description
           of
           the
           twelue
           houres
           ,
           the
           twelue
           moneths
           ,
           and
           some
           speciall
           dayes
           in
           the
           yere
           :
           how
           wel
           to
           your
           liking
           ,
           I
           know
           not
           ;
           but
           my
           labour
           herein
           hath
           not
           bin
           little
           ,
           &
           my
           desire
           much
           ,
           I
           meane
           to
           doe
           well
           ;
           which
           if
           I
           haue
           not
           ,
           I
           can
           be
           but
           sory
           ,
           that
           my
           dull
           wit
           hath
           not
           bin
           fed
           with
           a
           more
           pleasing
           humour
           :
           but
           if
           you
           be
           able
           to
           iudge
           of
           the
           worth
           of
           it
           ,
           and
           like
           it
           ,
           I
           shall
           be
           more
           glad
           then
           proud
           of
           it
           :
           howsoeuer
           it
           be
           ,
           hoping
           of
           your
           kindnes
           ,
           I
           leaue
           it
           to
           your
           like
           censure
           ;
           &
           so
           ,
           loth
           to
           entertaine
           your
           patience
           with
           a
           long
           tale
           to
           little
           purpose
           ,
           I
           thus
           conclude
           ,
           and
           in
           affection
           and
           discretion
           ,
           I
           rest
           ,
        
         
           
             Your
             friend
             ,
             N.
             B.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         FANTASTICKS
         .
         Descants
         of
         the
         Quarters
         ,
         Moneths
         ,
         and
         houres
         of
         the
         yeere
         ,
         with
         other
         matters
         .
      
       
         
           The
           World.
           
        
         
           TOuching
           my
           opinion
           of
           the
           world
           ,
           I
           will
           tell
           you
           as
           briefly
           as
           I
           can
           ,
           what
           I
           thinke
           of
           it
           :
           a
           place
           wherein
           are
           contained
           the
           variety
           of
           things
           :
           Men
           thinke
           ,
           women
           talk
           ,
           beasts
           féed
           ,
           birds
           flye
           ,
           fishes
           swim
           ,
           and
           wormes
           créep
           :
           ayre
           pearceth
           ,
           windes
           blow
           ,
           cold
           nippeth
           ,
           fire
           heateth
           ,
           grasse
           groweth
           ,
           and
           time
           withereth
           .
           Wealth
           is
           a
           Iewell
           ,
           and
           pouerty
           is
           a
           plague
           :
           Conscience
           is
           a
           charge
           ,
           and
           care
           is
           a
           burden
           .
           Pride
           is
           a
           Lord
           of
           misrule
           ,
           and
           beauty
           is
           painted
           .
           Mars
           must
           yéeld
           to
           Mercury
           ,
           and
           Diana
           is
           a
           strange
           woman
           :
           Cupid
           is
           an
           idle
           inuention
           ,
           and
           all
           is
           as
           good
           as
           nothing
           .
           Loue
           is
           more
           talked
           of
           then
           proued
           .
           Couetousnesse
           the
           key
           of
           wit
           ,
           Nature
           the
           trouble
           of
           Reason
           ,
           and
           Will
           the
           master
           of
           the
           Senses
           .
           Beauty
           is
           an
           eye
           sore
           ,
           Learning
           a
           taske
           ,
           Ualour
           a
           heat
           ,
           and
           reason
           a
           study
           .
           A
           King
           ,
           a
           great
           man
           :
           a
           Souldier
           ,
           a
           stout
           man
           :
           a
           Courtier
           ,
           a
           fine
           man
           :
           a
           Lawyer
           ,
           a
           wise
           man
           :
           a
           Merchant
           ,
           a
           rich
           man
           :
           a
           Begger
           a
           poore
           man
           :
           and
           an
           honest
           man
           ,
           an
           honest
           man.
           
        
         
         
           Fayre
           weather
           ,
           is
           chearfull
           :
           foule
           weather
           is
           melancholicke
           .
           The
           day
           is
           lightsome
           ,
           and
           the
           night
           is
           darksom
           .
           Meate
           is
           necessary
           ,
           and
           sléepe
           is
           easefull
           ,
           and
           drinke
           doth
           well
           ,
           and
           exercise
           doth
           not
           amisse
           .
           Law
           is
           good
           ,
           and
           punishment
           is
           méet
           ,
           and
           reward
           would
           be
           thought
           on
           :
           and
           fooles
           would
           be
           pityed
           ,
           and
           so
           .
           Opinions
           differ
           ,
           and
           Iudgements
           vary
           ,
           and
           Time
           trauailes
           ,
           and
           Trueth
           is
           a
           vertue
           ,
           and
           wisedome
           an
           honor
           :
           and
           honor
           is
           a
           title
           ,
           and
           Grace
           a
           gift
           ,
           and
           Patience
           a
           blessing
           ,
           and
           Content
           a
           Kingdome
           :
           and
           so
           from
           one
           thing
           to
           another
           ,
           a
           trouble
           in
           all
           .
           A
           kingdome
           full
           of
           care
           :
           wit
           full
           of
           trouble
           power
           full
           of
           charge
           :
           youth
           full
           of
           action
           :
           Age
           full
           of
           griefe
           :
           and
           none
           content
           with
           his
           condition
           :
           wishing
           in
           one
           ,
           willing
           in
           another
           :
           thinking
           in
           one
           ,
           doing
           in
           another
           :
           working
           in
           one
           ,
           crossing
           in
           another
           :
           thoughts
           ,
           words
           ,
           and
           déeds
           ,
           so
           different
           in
           their
           effects
           ,
           that
           for
           ought
           I
           can
           sée
           in
           it
           ,
           when
           I
           haue
           well
           considered
           of
           it
           ,
           I
           can
           say
           thus
           much
           of
           it
           ,
           He
           is
           happy
           that
           hath
           not
           to
           doe
           with
           it
           .
           And
           not
           to
           dwell
           too
           long
           vpon
           it
           ,
           to
           conclude
           my
           opinion
           briefl●
           of
           it
           ,
           I
           hold
           it
           the
           Labyrinth
           of
           wit
           ,
           and
           the
           toyle
           of
           vnderstanding
           ,
           the
           pilgrimage
           of
           patience
           ,
           and
           the
           purgatory
           of
           reason
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Loue.
           
        
         
           TOuching
           my
           Iudgement
           of
           Loue
           ,
           it
           is
           ,
           if
           it
           bee
           any
           thing
           ,
           such
           a
           thing
           to
           speake
           of
           ,
           that
           to
           tell
           truly
           ,
           I
           know
           not
           well
           what
           to
           say
           of
           it
           :
           but
           yet
           what
           I
           imagine
           of
           it
           ,
           I
           will
           tell
           you
           :
           at
           the
           first
           ,
           I
           ghesse
           ,
           it
           was
           an
           old
           nothing
           ,
           to
           exercise
           wit
           in
           idlenes
           ,
           
           and
           now
           ,
           is
           a
           kind
           of
           new-nothing
           to
           féed
           folly
           with
           imagination
           :
           but
           be
           it
           what
           it
           will
           be
           ,
           or
           may
           be
           ,
           this
           wanton
           Loue
           that
           this
           world
           is
           too
           full
           of
           ,
           whatsoeuer
           it
           is
           ,
           thus
           much
           I
           find
           of
           it
           :
           It
           is
           begotten
           by
           the
           eyes
           ,
           bred
           in
           the
           braines
           ,
           walkes
           in
           the
           tongue
           ,
           growes
           with
           the
           flesh
           ,
           and
           dyes
           in
           an
           humour
           :
           and
           this
           ill
           commonly
           doth
           trouble
           wit
           ,
           hinder
           Arte
           hurt
           Nature
           ,
           disgrace
           Reason
           lose
           time
           ,
           and
           spoile
           substance
           :
           It
           crosseth
           wisedome
           ,
           serueth
           Beautie
           ,
           and
           sotteth
           Folly
           :
           weakneth
           strength
           ,
           and
           baseth
           Honour
           :
           It
           is
           only
           Willes
           darling
           ,
           Patience
           triall
           ,
           and
           Passions
           torture
           ,
           the
           pleasure
           of
           melancholy
           ,
           and
           the
           play
           of
           madnesse
           ,
           the
           delight
           of
           varieties
           ,
           and
           the
           deuiser
           of
           vanities
           :
           The
           Uirgins
           cracke
           ,
           and
           the
           Widowes
           crosse
           :
           The
           Batchelors
           bane
           and
           the
           maried
           mans
           Purgatory
           :
           the
           Yong
           mans
           misery
           and
           the
           Ageds
           consumption
           :
           The
           abuse
           of
           Learning
           ,
           the
           ground
           of
           Enuy
           ,
           the
           stirrer
           of
           wrath
           ,
           and
           the
           cause
           of
           mischiefe
           :
           The
           disquiet
           of
           the
           mind
           ,
           the
           distractor
           of
           the
           Wit
           ,
           the
           disturber
           of
           the
           Senses
           ,
           and
           the
           destruction
           of
           the
           whole
           body
           .
           A
           fained
           god
           ,
           an
           idle
           fancy
           ,
           a
           kind
           of
           fury
           ,
           and
           in
           some
           kind
           a
           frenzy
           .
           To
           conclude
           ,
           I
           hold
           it
           an
           Inuention
           of
           idlenesse
           ,
           and
           an
           Imagination
           of
           Indiscretion
           :
           the
           plague
           of
           people
           ,
           an
           dt
           he
           mocke
           of
           the
           Word
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Money
           .
        
         
           TO
           tell
           you
           mine
           opinion
           of
           money
           ,
           I
           thinke
           it
           the
           Monarch
           of
           the
           world
           :
           the
           maintainer
           of
           Pride
           ,
           the
           Nurse
           of
           Couetousnesse
           ,
           the
           Steward
           of
           Lechery
           ,
           the
           sower
           of
           Sedition
           ,
           the
           cause
           of
           war
           ,
           the
           sacke
           of
           a
           City
           ,
           and
           the
           ouerthrow
           of
           a
           Campe
           :
           The
           
           Gluttons
           Purueyour
           ,
           and
           the
           Drunkards
           Cupbearer
           :
           the
           Thiefes
           tempter
           ,
           and
           the
           Hangmans
           Master
           :
           The
           misguider
           of
           Wit
           ,
           the
           corrupter
           of
           Conscience
           ,
           the
           blinder
           of
           Reason
           ,
           and
           the
           ouerthrow
           of
           Honour
           :
           the
           Usurers
           God
           ,
           the
           poore
           mans
           oppression
           ,
           the
           Lawyers
           hope
           ,
           &
           the
           Laborers
           hire
           :
           doth
           good
           to
           few
           ,
           but
           hurt
           to
           many
           :
           puls
           downe
           the
           Churches
           ,
           and
           builds
           the
           faire
           houses
           ,
           makes
           the
           Prodigall
           an
           Ape
           ,
           and
           the
           miser
           dogged
           :
           makes
           Bridges
           ouer
           the
           Sea
           ,
           and
           fire
           in
           mens
           braines
           :
           fetch●th
           the
           Beasts
           from
           the
           Wildernesse
           ,
           and
           the
           Birds
           from
           the
           Ayre
           :
           it
           drawes
           fansies
           out
           of
           fine
           Wits
           ,
           and
           eloquence
           from
           learned
           mouths
           :
           It
           makes
           friends
           foes
           ,
           and
           enemies
           friends
           :
           It
           serues
           all
           professions
           ,
           all
           qualities
           ,
           and
           conditions
           ,
           from
           the
           King
           to
           the
           Begger
           .
        
         
           In
           summe
           ,
           not
           to
           talke
           too
           much
           of
           it
           ,
           hauing
           so
           little
           of
           it
           :
           I
           thus
           conclude
           my
           opinion
           of
           it
           :
           I
           thinke
           it
           a
           necessary
           drosse
           ,
           and
           a
           dangerous
           mettall
           ,
           the
           reliefe
           of
           the
           honest
           ,
           and
           the
           ruine
           of
           the
           wicked
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           The
           Spring
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Spring
           :
           a
           Time
           blest
           of
           the
           Heauens
           for
           the
           comfort
           of
           the
           Earth
           ,
           now
           begins
           the
           Sunne
           to
           giue
           light
           vnto
           the
           Ayre
           ,
           and
           with
           the
           replexion
           of
           his
           beames
           to
           warme
           the
           cold
           earth
           :
           the
           Beasts
           of
           the
           woods
           looke
           out
           into
           the
           plaines
           ,
           and
           the
           fishes
           out
           of
           the
           déepe
           run
           vp
           into
           the
           shallow
           waters
           ,
           the
           bréeding
           fowles
           fall
           to
           building
           of
           their
           nests
           ,
           and
           the
           senselesse
           creatures
           gather
           life
           into
           their
           bodies
           ,
           the
           Birds
           tune
           their
           throats
           to
           entertaine
           the
           Sunne
           rising
           ,
           and
           the
           little
           flies
           begin
           
           to
           flocke
           in
           the
           ayre
           :
           now
           Cupid
           begins
           no
           nocke
           his
           Arrowes
           and
           sharpe
           their
           heads
           :
           and
           Venus
           ,
           if
           she
           be
           ,
           will
           be
           knowne
           what
           she
           is
           :
           Now
           Pallas
           and
           her
           Muses
           try
           the
           Poets
           in
           their
           Pamphlets
           ,
           and
           Diana
           ,
           if
           shee
           bee
           to
           bée
           séene
           ,
           is
           a
           grace
           to
           her
           fayrest
           Nymph
           :
           Time
           is
           now
           gracious
           in
           Nature
           ,
           &
           Nature
           in
           time
           :
           the
           Ayre
           wholesome
           ,
           and
           the
           earth
           pleasant
           ,
           and
           the
           sea
           not
           vncomfortable
           :
           the
           Aged
           féele
           a
           kind
           of
           youth
           ,
           &
           Youth
           ,
           the
           Spirit
           ful
           of
           life
           :
           it
           is
           the
           messenger
           of
           many
           pleasures
           :
           the
           Courtiers
           progresse
           ,
           and
           the
           Farmers
           profit
           :
           the
           Labourers
           Haruest
           ,
           and
           the
           Beggers
           Pilgrimage
           .
           In
           summe
           ,
           there
           is
           much
           good
           to
           be
           spoken
           of
           this
           time
           :
           but
           to
           auoyd
           tediousnes
           ,
           I
           will
           thus
           conclude
           of
           it
           :
           I
           hold
           it
           in
           all
           that
           I
           can
           sée
           in
           it
           ,
           the
           Iewell
           of
           time
           ,
           and
           the
           Ioy
           of
           Nature
           .
        
         
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Summer
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Summer
           ,
           &
           Zephirus
           with
           his
           swéet
           breath
           cooles
           the
           parching
           beames
           of
           Titan
           the
           leaues
           of
           the
           trées
           are
           in
           whisper
           talkes
           of
           the
           blessings
           of
           the
           aire
           ,
           while
           the
           Nightingale
           is
           tuning
           her
           throat
           to
           refresh
           the
           weary
           spirit
           of
           the
           Trauayler
           :
           Flora
           now
           brings
           out
           her
           Wardrop
           ,
           and
           richly
           embroydreth
           her
           gréene
           Apron
           :
           the
           Nymphes
           of
           the
           Woodes
           in
           consort
           with
           the
           Muses
           sing
           an
           Aue
           to
           the
           Morning
           ,
           and
           a
           Vale
           to
           the
           Sunnes
           setting
           :
           the
           Lambes
           and
           the
           Rabbettes
           run
           at
           base
           in
           the
           sandy
           Warrens
           ,
           and
           the
           Plow
           landes
           are
           couered
           with
           corne
           :
           the
           stately
           Hart
           is
           at
           Layre
           in
           the
           high
           wood
           ,
           while
           the
           Hare
           in
           a
           surrow
           sits
           washing
           of
           her
           
           face
           :
           The
           Bull
           makes
           his
           walke
           like
           a
           Master
           of
           the
           field
           ,
           and
           the
           broad-headed
           Oxe
           beares
           the
           Garland
           of
           the
           market
           :
           the
           Angler
           with
           a
           sly
           takes
           his
           pleasure
           with
           the
           fish
           ,
           while
           the
           little
           Merline
           hath
           the
           Partridge
           in
           the
           foot
           :
           the
           Hony-dewes
           perfume
           the
           Ayre
           ,
           and
           the
           Sunny-showers
           are
           the
           earths
           comfort
           :
           the
           Greyhound
           on
           the
           plaine
           makes
           the
           faire
           course
           :
           &
           the
           wel-mouthed
           Hound
           makes
           the
           Musicke
           of
           the
           woods
           :
           the
           Battaile
           of
           the
           field
           is
           now
           stoutly
           fought
           ,
           and
           the
           proud
           Rye
           must
           stoupe
           to
           the
           Sickle
           :
           The
           Carters
           whistle
           chéeres
           his
           forehorse
           ,
           and
           drinke
           and
           sweat
           is
           the
           life
           of
           the
           Labourer
           :
           Idle
           spirits
           are
           banished
           the
           limits
           of
           Honour
           ,
           while
           the
           studious
           braine
           brings
           forth
           his
           wonder
           :
           the
           Azure
           Sky
           shewes
           the
           Heauen
           is
           gracious
           ,
           and
           the
           glorious
           Sunne
           glads
           the
           spirit
           of
           Nature
           :
           The
           ripened
           fruits
           shew
           the
           beauty
           of
           the
           earth
           ,
           and
           the
           brightnesse
           of
           the
           aire
           the
           glory
           of
           the
           heauens
           :
           In
           summe
           ,
           for
           the
           world
           of
           worth
           I
           find
           in
           it
           ,
           I
           thus
           conclude
           of
           it
           :
           I
           hold
           it
           a
           most
           swéet
           season
           ,
           the
           variety
           of
           pleasures
           ,
           and
           the
           Paradise
           of
           loue
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Haruest
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Haruest
           ,
           and
           the
           Larke
           must
           lead
           her
           yong
           out
           of
           the
           nest
           :
           for
           the
           Sithe
           and
           the
           Sickle
           wil
           down
           with
           the
           grasse
           and
           the
           corne
           :
           Now
           are
           the
           hedges
           ful
           of
           Berries
           ,
           &
           the
           highwayes
           full
           of
           Rogues
           ,
           and
           the
           lazy
           Limmes
           must
           ●●éepe
           out
           their
           dinner
           :
           The
           Ant
           and
           the
           Bee
           worke
           for
           their
           winter
           prouision
           ,
           and
           after
           a
           frost
           ,
           the
           Grashopper
           is
           not
           séene
           :
           Butter
           ,
           milke
           ,
           and
           
           cheese
           ,
           are
           the
           Labourers
           dyet
           ,
           and
           a
           pot
           of
           good
           Béere
           quickens
           his
           spirit
           .
           If
           there
           be
           no
           plague
           ,
           the
           people
           are
           healthy
           ,
           for
           continuance
           of
           motion
           is
           a
           preseruation
           of
           nature
           :
           The
           fresh
           of
           the
           morning
           ,
           and
           the
           coole
           of
           the
           Euening
           are
           the
           times
           of
           Court
           walkes
           ;
           but
           the
           poore
           traueller
           treads
           out
           the
           whole
           day
           :
           Malt
           is
           now
           aboue
           wheat
           with
           a
           number
           of
           mad
           people
           ,
           and
           a
           fine
           shirt
           is
           better
           then
           a
           Frize
           Ierkin
           :
           Peares
           and
           Plummes
           now
           ripen
           apace
           ,
           and
           being
           of
           a
           watry
           substance
           ,
           are
           cause
           of
           much
           sicknesse
           :
           The
           pipe
           and
           the
           taber
           now
           follow
           the
           Fayres
           ,
           and
           they
           that
           haue
           any
           money
           ,
           make
           a
           gaine
           of
           their
           markets
           .
           Bucks
           now
           are
           in
           season
           ,
           and
           Partridges
           are
           Rowen-taild
           ,
           &
           a
           good
           Retriuer
           is
           a
           Spaniell
           worth
           the
           keeping
           .
           In
           sum
           ,
           it
           is
           a
           time
           of
           much
           worth
           ,
           when
           ,
           if
           God
           bee
           well
           pleased
           ,
           the
           world
           will
           thriue
           the
           better
           .
           And
           to
           conclude
           ,
           this
           is
           all
           that
           I
           will
           say
           of
           it
           ;
           I
           hold
           it
           the
           Heauens
           Bounty
           ,
           the
           Earths
           Beauty
           ,
           and
           the
           Worlds
           Benefit
           ,
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           VVinter
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Winter
           ,
           and
           Boreas
           beginnes
           to
           fill
           his
           chéekes
           with
           breath
           ,
           shaketh
           the
           tops
           of
           the
           high
           Cedars
           ,
           and
           hoyseth
           the
           waues
           of
           the
           Sea
           ,
           to
           the
           danger
           of
           the
           Saylers
           comfort
           :
           Now
           is
           the
           Earth
           nipt
           at
           the
           heart
           with
           a
           cold
           ,
           and
           her
           Trées
           are
           disrobed
           of
           their
           rich
           apparell
           :
           there
           is
           a
           glasse
           set
           vpon
           the
           face
           of
           the
           Waters
           ,
           and
           the
           Fishes
           are
           driuen
           to
           the
           bottomes
           of
           the
           déepe
           :
           The
           Usurer
           now
           sits
           lapt
           in
           his
           furres
           ,
           and
           the
           poore
           makes
           his
           breath
           ,
           a
           fire
           to
           his
           fingers
           ends
           :
           
           Beautie
           is
           maskt
           for
           feare
           of
           the
           ayre
           ,
           and
           youth
           runnes
           to
           Physicke
           for
           Restoratiues
           of
           Nature
           :
           The
           Stagge
           roares
           for
           losse
           of
           his
           strength
           ,
           and
           the
           Flea
           makes
           his
           Castle
           in
           the
           wooll
           of
           a
           blanket
           :
           Cards
           and
           Dice
           now
           begin
           their
           haruest
           ,
           and
           good
           Ale
           and
           Sack
           are
           the
           cause
           of
           ciuill
           warres
           :
           Machiauil
           and
           the
           Deuill
           are
           in
           counsell
           vpon
           destruction
           ,
           and
           the
           wicked
           of
           the
           world
           make
           hast
           to
           hell
           :
           Money
           is
           such
           a
           Monopoly
           ,
           that
           hee
           is
           not
           to
           be
           spoken
           of
           ,
           and
           the
           delay
           of
           suits
           is
           the
           death
           of
           hope
           .
           In
           it selfe
           it
           is
           a
           wofull
           Season
           ,
           the
           punishment
           of
           Natures
           pride
           ,
           and
           the
           play
           of
           misery
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           
             Ianuary
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             Ianuary
             ,
             and
             Time
             beginnes
             to
             turne
             the
             whéele
             of
             his
             Reuolution
             ,
             the
             Woods
             begin
             to
             lose
             the
             beauty
             of
             their
             spreading
             boughes
             ,
             and
             the
             proud
             Oke
             must
             stoop
             to
             the
             Axe
             :
             the
             Squirrell
             now
             surueyeth
             the
             Nut
             and
             the
             Maple
             ,
             and
             the
             Hedgehogge
             rowles
             vp
             himselfe
             like
             a
             football
             :
             an
             Apple
             and
             a
             Nutmeg
             make
             a
             Gossips
             cup
             :
             and
             the
             Ale
             and
             the
             Fagot
             are
             the
             Uictuallers
             merchandise
             :
             the
             Northerne
             black
             Dust
             is
             the
             during
             Fuell
             ▪
             and
             the
             fruit
             of
             the
             Grape
             heats
             the
             stomake
             of
             the
             Aged
             :
             Downe
             beds
             and
             quilted
             Cappes
             are
             now
             in
             the
             pride
             of
             their
             seruice
             ,
             and
             the
             Cooke
             and
             the
             Pantler
             are
             men
             of
             no
             meane
             office
             :
             the
             Oxe
             and
             the
             fat
             Weather
             now
             furnish
             the
             market
             ,
             and
             the
             Coney
             is
             so
             ferreted
             ,
             that
             she
             cannot
             keepe
             in
             her
             borough
             :
             the
             Currier
             &
             the
             Lime-rod
             are
             the
             death
             of
             the
             fowle
             ,
             and
             the
             Faulcons
             bels
             ring
             the
             death
             of
             the
             Mallard
             :
             the
             trotting
             
             gelding
             makes
             a
             way
             through
             the
             mire
             ,
             and
             the
             Hare
             &
             the
             Hound
             put
             the
             Huntsman
             to
             his
             horne
             :
             the
             barren
             Doe
             subscribes
             to
             the
             dish
             ,
             and
             the
             smallest
             séed
             makes
             sauce
             to
             the
             greatest
             flesh
             :
             the
             dryed
             grasse
             is
             the
             horses
             ordinary
             ,
             and
             the
             meale
             of
             the
             beanes
             makes
             him
             goe
             through
             with
             his
             trauell
             :
             Fishermen
             now
             haue
             a
             cold
             trade
             ,
             and
             trauellers
             a
             foule
             iourney
             :
             the
             Cook
             room
             now
             is
             not
             the
             worst
             place
             in
             the
             Ship
             ,
             and
             the
             Shepheard
             hath
             a
             bleake
             seat
             on
             the
             Mountaine
             :
             the
             Blackbird
             leaueth
             not
             a
             berry
             on
             the
             thorne
             ,
             and
             the
             garden
             earth
             is
             turned
             vp
             for
             her
             roots
             :
             the
             water
             floods
             runne
             ouer
             the
             proud
             bankes
             ,
             and
             the
             gaping
             Dister
             leaues
             his
             shell
             in
             the
             streets
             ,
             while
             the
             proud
             Peacocke
             leaps
             into
             the
             pye
             :
             Muscouia
             commodities
             are
             now
             much
             in
             request
             ,
             and
             the
             water
             Spaniell
             is
             a
             necessary
             seruant
             :
             the
             Lode
             horse
             to
             the
             mill
             hath
             his
             full
             backe
             burthen
             ;
             and
             the
             Thresher
             in
             the
             barne
             tryes
             the
             strength
             of
             his
             flayle
             :
             the
             Woodcocke
             and
             the
             Pheasant
             pay
             their
             liues
             for
             their
             féed
             ,
             and
             the
             Hare
             after
             a
             course
             makes
             his
             hearse
             in
             a
             pye
             :
             the
             shoulder
             of
             a
             hog
             is
             a
             shooing
             horne
             to
             good
             drink
             ,
             and
             a
             cold
             almes
             makes
             a
             begger
             shrug
             .
             To
             conclude
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             a
             time
             of
             little
             comfort
             ,
             the
             rich
             mans
             charge
             ,
             and
             the
             poore
             mans
             misery
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
             February
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             February
             ,
             &
             the
             Sun
             is
             gotten
             vp
             a
             Cockestride
             of
             his
             climbing
             ,
             the
             Ualleyes
             now
             are
             painted
             white
             ,
             and
             the
             brookes
             are
             full
             of
             water
             :
             the
             Frog
             goes
             to
             séeke
             out
             the
             Paddocke
             ,
             and
             the
             Crow
             and
             the
             
             Rooke
             begin
             to
             mislike
             their
             old
             Makes
             :
             forward
             Connies
             begin
             now
             to
             kindle
             ,
             &
             the
             fat
             grounds
             are
             not
             without
             Lambes
             :
             the
             Gardiner
             fals
             to
             sorting
             of
             his
             seeds
             ,
             and
             the
             Husbandman
             falls
             afresh
             to
             scowring
             of
             his
             Ploughshare
             :
             the
             Terme
             trauellers
             make
             the
             Shooe-makers
             Haruest
             ,
             and
             the
             Chaundlers
             cheese
             makes
             the
             chalke
             walke
             apace
             :
             The
             Fishmonger
             sorts
             his
             ware
             against
             Lent
             :
             and
             a
             Lambe-skinne
             is
             good
             for
             a
             lame
             arme
             :
             the
             waters
             now
             alter
             the
             nature
             of
             their
             softnes
             ,
             and
             the
             soft
             earth
             is
             made
             stony
             hard
             :
             The
             Ayre
             is
             sharp
             and
             piercing
             ,
             and
             the
             winds
             blow
             cold
             :
             the
             Tauernes
             and
             the
             Innes
             seldome
             lack
             Guest●
             ,
             &
             the
             Ostler
             knows
             how
             to
             gaine
             by
             his
             Hay
             :
             the
             hunting
             Horse
             is
             at
             the
             héeles
             of
             the
             Hound
             ,
             while
             the
             ambling
             Nagge
             carrieth
             the
             Physitian
             and
             his
             footcloth
             :
             the
             blood
             of
             Youth
             begins
             to
             spring
             ,
             and
             the
             honour
             of
             Art
             is
             gotten
             by
             Exercise
             :
             The
             trees
             a
             little
             begin
             to
             bud
             ,
             and
             the
             sap
             begins
             to
             rise
             vp
             out
             of
             the
             root
             :
             Physick
             now
             hath
             work
             among
             weake
             bodies
             ,
             and
             the
             Apothecaries
             drugges
             are
             very
             gainfull
             :
             There
             is
             hope
             of
             a
             better
             time
             not
             farre
             off
             ,
             for
             this
             in
             it selfe
             is
             little
             comfortable
             :
             and
             fo●
             the
             small
             pleasure
             that
             I
             find
             in
             it
             ,
             I
             will
             thus
             briefly
             conclude
             of
             it
             :
             It
             is
             the
             poore
             mans
             pick-purse
             ,
             and
             the
             misers
             cut-throat
             ,
             the
             enemy
             to
             pleasure
             ,
             and
             the
             time
             of
             patience
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
             March.
             
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             March
             ,
             and
             the
             Northerne
             wind
             dryeth
             vp
             the
             Southerne
             durt
             :
             The
             tender
             Lippes
             are
             now
             
             maskt
             for
             feare
             of
             chopping
             ,
             and
             the
             faire
             hands
             must
             not
             be
             vngloued
             :
             now
             riseth
             the
             Sunne
             a
             pretty
             step
             to
             his
             faire
             height
             ,
             and
             Saint
             Valentine
             calls
             the
             birds
             together
             ,
             where
             Nature
             is
             pleased
             in
             the
             varietie
             of
             loue
             :
             the
             Fishes
             and
             the
             Frogs
             fall
             to
             their
             manner
             of
             generation
             ,
             and
             the
             Adder
             dyes
             to
             bring
             forth
             her
             young
             :
             the
             Ayre
             is
             sharpe
             ,
             but
             the
             Sunne
             is
             comfortable
             ,
             and
             the
             day
             beginnes
             to
             lengthen
             :
             The
             forward
             Gardens
             giue
             the
             fiue
             Sallets
             ,
             and
             a
             Nosegay
             of
             Uiolets
             is
             a
             present
             for
             a
             Lady
             :
             Now
             beginneth
             Nature
             (
             as
             it
             were
             )
             to
             wake
             out
             of
             her
             sleepe
             ,
             and
             sends
             the
             Taueller
             to
             suruey
             the
             walkes
             of
             the
             World
             :
             the
             sucking
             Rabbit
             is
             good
             for
             weake
             stomackes
             ,
             and
             the
             dyet
             for
             the
             Rhume
             doth
             many
             a
             great
             Cure
             :
             The
             Farrier
             now
             is
             the
             horses
             Physitian
             ,
             and
             the
             fat
             Dog
             feeds
             the
             Faulcon
             in
             the
             Mew
             :
             The
             Trée
             begins
             to
             bud
             ,
             and
             the
             grasse
             to
             péepe
             abroad
             ,
             while
             the
             Thrush
             with
             the
             Black-bird
             make
             a
             charme
             in
             the
             young
             Springs
             :
             the
             Milke-mayd
             with
             her
             best
             beloued
             ,
             talke
             away
             wearinesse
             to
             the
             Market
             ,
             and
             in
             an
             honest
             meaning
             ,
             kind
             words
             doe
             no
             hurt
             :
             the
             Foot-ball
             now
             tryeth
             the
             legges
             of
             strength
             ,
             and
             merry
             matches
             continue
             good
             fellowship
             :
             It
             is
             a
             time
             of
             much
             worke
             ,
             and
             tedious
             to
             discourse
             of
             :
             but
             in
             all
             I
             find
             of
             it
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             in
             it
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             Seruant
             of
             Nature
             ,
             and
             the
             Schoole-master
             of
             Art
             :
             the
             hope
             of
             labour
             ,
             and
             the
             Subiect
             of
             Reason
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Aprill
             .
          
           
             IN
             is
             now
             April
             ,
             and
             the
             Nightingale
             begins
             to
             tune
             her
             throat
             against
             May
             :
             the
             Sunny
             showers
             perfume
             the
             aire
             ,
             and
             the
             Bées
             begin
             to
             goe
             abroad
             for
             honey
             :
             the
             Dewe
             ,
             as
             in
             Pearles
             ,
             han●s
             vpon
             the
             tops
             of
             the
             grasse
             ,
             while
             the
             Turtles
             sit
             billing
             vpon
             the
             little
             gréene
             boughes
             :
             the
             Trowt
             begins
             to
             play
             in
             the
             Brookes
             ,
             and
             the
             Sammon
             leaues
             the
             Sea
             ,
             to
             play
             in
             the
             fresh
             waters
             .
             The
             Garden
             bankes
             are
             full
             of
             gay
             flowers
             ,
             and
             the
             Thorne
             and
             the
             Plumme
             send
             forth
             their
             faire
             Blossomes
             :
             the
             March
             Colt
             begins
             to
             play
             ,
             and
             the
             Cosset
             Lamb
             is
             learned
             to
             butt
             .
             The
             Poets
             now
             make
             their
             studies
             in
             the
             woods
             ,
             &
             the
             Youth
             of
             the
             Country
             make
             ready
             for
             the
             Morris-dance
             ;
             the
             little
             Fishes
             lye
             nibling
             at
             a
             bait
             ,
             and
             the
             Porpas
             playes
             in
             the
             pride
             of
             the
             tide
             :
             the
             shepheards
             pipe
             entertaines
             the
             Princesse
             of
             Arcadia
             ,
             and
             the
             healthfull
             Souldier
             hath
             a
             pleasant
             march
             .
             The
             Larke
             and
             the
             Lambe
             looke
             vp
             at
             the
             Sun
             ,
             and
             the
             labourer
             is
             abroad
             by
             the
             dawning
             of
             the
             day
             :
             Sheepes
             eyes
             in
             Lambs
             heads
             ,
             tell
             kind
             hearts
             strange
             tales
             ,
             while
             faith
             and
             troth
             make
             the
             true
             Louers
             knot
             :
             the
             aged
             haires
             find
             a
             fresh
             life
             ,
             and
             the
             youthfull
             chéeks
             are
             as
             red
             as
             a
             cherry
             :
             It
             were
             a
             world
             to
             set
             downe
             the
             worth
             of
             this
             moneth
             :
             But
             in
             summe
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             Heauens
             blessing
             ,
             and
             the
             Earths
             comfort
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             May.
             
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             May
             ,
             and
             the
             swéetnesse
             of
             the
             Aire
             refresheth
             euery
             spirit
             :
             the
             sunny
             beames
             bring
             forth
             faire
             Blossomes
             ,
             and
             the
             dripping
             Clouds
             water
             Floraes
             great
             garden
             :
             the
             male
             Déere
             puts
             out
             the
             Ueluet
             head
             ,
             and
             the
             pagged
             Doe
             is
             neere
             her
             fawning
             :
             The
             Sparhawke
             now
             is
             drawne
             out
             of
             the
             mew
             ,
             and
             the
             Fowler
             makes
             ready
             his
             whistle
             for
             the
             Quaile
             :
             the
             Larke
             sets
             the
             morning
             watch
             ,
             and
             the
             euening
             ,
             the
             Nightingale
             :
             the
             Barges
             like
             Bowers
             ,
             keep
             the
             streams
             of
             the
             swéet
             Riuers
             ,
             and
             the
             Mackrell
             with
             the
             Shad
             are
             taken
             prisoners
             in
             the
             Sea
             :
             the
             tall
             young
             Oke
             is
             cut
             downe
             for
             the
             Maypole
             :
             the
             Sithe
             and
             the
             Sickle
             are
             the
             Mowers
             furniture
             ,
             and
             fayre
             weather
             makes
             the
             Labourer
             merry
             :
             the
             Physitian
             now
             prescribes
             the
             cold
             Whey
             ,
             and
             the
             Apothecary
             gathers
             the
             dew
             for
             a
             medicine
             :
             Butter
             &
             Sage
             make
             the
             wholsome
             breakf●st
             ,
             but
             fresh
             chéese
             and
             creame
             are
             meat
             for
             a
             dainty
             mouth
             ▪
             and
             the
             Strawbery
             and
             the
             Pescod
             want
             no
             price
             in
             the
             market
             :
             the
             Chicken
             and
             the
             Ducke
             are
             fatned
             for
             the
             market
             ▪
             and
             many
             a
             Goflin
             neuer
             liues
             to
             be
             a
             Goose.
             It
             is
             the
             moneth
             wherein
             Nature
             hath
             her
             full
             of
             mirth
             ,
             and
             the
             Senses
             are
             filled
             with
             delights
             .
             I
             conclude
             ,
             It
             is
             from
             the
             Heauens
             a
             Grace
             ,
             &
             to
             the
             Earth
             a
             Gladnesse
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Iune
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             Iune
             ,
             and
             the
             Hay-makers
             are
             mustered
             to
             make
             an
             army
             for
             the
             field
             ,
             where
             not
             alwayes
             in
             order
             ,
             they
             march
             vnder
             the
             Bagge
             and
             the
             Bottle
             ,
             when
             betwixt
             the
             Forke
             and
             the
             Rake
             ,
             there
             is
             séene
             great
             force
             of
             armes
             :
             Now
             doth
             the
             broad
             Oke
             comfort
             the
             weary
             Laborer
             ,
             while
             vnder
             his
             shady
             Boughes
             he
             sits
             singing
             to
             his
             bread
             and
             cheese
             :
             the
             ●ay-cocke
             is
             the
             Poore
             mans
             Lodging
             ,
             and
             the
             fresh
             Riuer
             is
             his
             gracious
             Neighbour
             :
             Now
             the
             Faulcon
             and
             the
             Tassell
             try
             their
             wings
             at
             the
             Partridge
             ,
             and
             the
             fat
             Bucke
             fils
             the
             great
             pasty
             :
             the
             trees
             are
             all
             in
             their
             rich
             aray
             :
             but
             the
             séely
             Shéep
             is
             turned
             out
             of
             his
             coat
             :
             the
             Roses
             and
             swéet
             Herbes
             put
             the
             Distiller
             to
             his
             cunning
             ,
             while
             the
             gréene
             apples
             on
             the
             trée
             are
             ready
             for
             the
             great
             bellied
             wiues
             :
             Now
             begins
             the
             Hare
             to
             gather
             vp
             her
             heeles
             ,
             and
             the
             Foxe
             lookes
             about
             him
             ,
             for
             feare
             of
             the
             Hound
             :
             the
             Hooke
             and
             the
             Sickle
             are
             making
             ready
             for
             haruest
             :
             the
             Medow
             grounds
             gape
             for
             raine
             ,
             and
             the
             Corne
             in
             the
             eare
             begins
             to
             harden
             :
             the
             little
             Lads
             make
             Pipes
             of
             the
             straw
             ,
             and
             they
             that
             cannot
             dance
             ,
             will
             yet
             bee
             hopping
             :
             the
             Ayre
             now
             groweth
             somewhat
             warme
             ,
             and
             the
             coole
             winds
             are
             very
             comfortable
             :
             the
             Sayler
             now
             makes
             merry
             passage
             ,
             and
             the
             nimble
             Foot-man
             runnes
             with
             pleasure
             :
             In
             briefe
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             a
             sweet
             season
             ,
             the
             senses
             perfume
             ,
             and
             the
             spirits
             comfort
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Iuly
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             Iuly
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             is
             gotten
             vp
             to
             his
             height
             ,
             whose
             heat
             parcheth
             the
             earth
             ,
             and
             burnes
             vp
             the
             grasse
             on
             the
             mountaines
             .
             Now
             begins
             the
             Canon
             of
             heauen
             to
             rattle
             ,
             and
             when
             the
             fire
             is
             put
             to
             the
             charge
             ,
             it
             breaketh
             out
             among
             the
             Cloudes
             :
             the
             stones
             of
             congealed
             water
             cut
             off
             the
             eares
             of
             the
             Corne
             :
             and
             the
             blacke
             stormes
             affright
             the
             faint-hearted
             :
             the
             Stag
             and
             the
             Bucke
             are
             now
             in
             pride
             of
             their
             time
             ,
             and
             the
             hardnesse
             of
             their
             heads
             makes
             them
             fit
             for
             the
             Horner
             :
             Now
             hath
             the
             Sparhawke
             the
             Partridge
             in
             the
             foot
             ,
             and
             the
             Ferret
             doth
             tickle
             the
             Cony
             in
             the
             borough
             .
             Now
             doeth
             the
             Farmer
             make
             ready
             his
             teame
             ,
             and
             the
             Carter
             with
             his
             whip
             ,
             hath
             no
             small
             pride
             in
             his
             Whistle
             ?
             Now
             doe
             the
             Reapers
             try
             their
             backs
             and
             their
             Armes
             ,
             and
             the
             lusty
             Youthes
             pitch
             the
             sheafes
             into
             the
             Cart
             ,
             The
             old
             Partridge
             calles
             her
             Couey
             in
             the
             morning
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             euening
             ,
             the
             Shepheard
             fals
             to
             folding
             of
             his
             flocke
             :
             the
             Sparrowes
             make
             a
             charme
             vpon
             the
             gréene
             Bushes
             ,
             till
             the
             Fowler
             come
             and
             take
             them
             by
             the
             dozens
             :
             the
             Smelt
             now
             begins
             to
             be
             in
             season
             ,
             and
             the
             Lamprey
             out
             of
             the
             Riuer
             leapes
             into
             a
             Pye
             :
             the
             Souldier
             now
             hath
             a
             hot
             march
             ,
             and
             the
             Lawyer
             sweats
             in
             his
             l●ned
             Gowne
             :
             The
             Pedler
             now
             makes
             a
             long
             walke
             ,
             and
             the
             
               Aqua
               vitae
            
             Bottle
             sets
             his
             face
             on
             a
             fiery
             heat
             :
             In
             summe
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             of
             it
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             a
             profitable
             season
             ,
             the
             Labourers
             gaine
             ,
             and
             the
             rich
             mans
             wealth
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             August
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             August
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             is
             somewhat
             towards
             his
             declination
             ,
             yet
             such
             is
             his
             heat
             as
             hardeneth
             the
             soft
             clay
             ,
             dries
             vp
             the
             standing
             ponds
             ,
             wythereth
             the
             sappy
             leaues
             ,
             and
             scorcheth
             the
             skin
             of
             the
             naked
             :
             now
             beginne
             the
             Gleaners
             to
             follow
             the
             Corne
             Cart
             ,
             and
             a
             little
             bread
             to
             a
             great
             deale
             of
             drinke
             makes
             the
             Trauailers
             dinner
             :
             the
             Melowne
             and
             the
             Cucumber
             is
             now
             in
             request
             :
             and
             Oyle
             and
             vineger
             giue
             attendance
             on
             the
             Sallet
             hearbes
             :
             the
             Alehouse
             is
             more
             frequented
             then
             the
             Tauerne
             ,
             and
             a
             fresh
             Riuer
             is
             more
             comfortable
             then
             a
             fiery
             Furnace
             :
             the
             Bathe
             is
             now
             much
             visited
             by
             diseased
             bodies
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             fayre
             Riuers
             ,
             swimming
             is
             a
             swéet
             exercise
             :
             the
             Bow
             and
             the
             Bowle
             pirke
             many
             a
             purse
             ,
             and
             the
             Cockes
             with
             their
             héeles
             spurne
             away
             many
             a
             mans
             wealth
             :
             The
             Pipe
             and
             the
             Taber
             is
             now
             lustily
             set
             on
             worke
             ,
             and
             the
             Lad
             and
             the
             Lasse
             will
             haue
             no
             lead
             on
             their
             héeles
             :
             the
             new
             Wheat
             makes
             the
             Gossips
             Cake
             ,
             and
             the
             Bride
             Cup
             is
             caried
             aboue
             the
             heads
             of
             the
             whole
             Parish
             :
             the
             Fo●
             ne●ty
             pot
             welcomes
             home
             the
             Haruest
             cart
             ,
             and
             the
             Garland
             of
             Flowers
             crownes
             the
             Captaine
             of
             the
             Reapers
             .
             Oh
             ,
             't
             is
             the
             mercy
             time
             ,
             wherein
             honest
             Neighbours
             make
             good
             chéere
             ,
             and
             God
             is
             glorified
             in
             his
             blessings
             on
             the
             earth
             .
             In
             summe
             ,
             for
             that
             I
             find
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             worlds
             welfare
             ,
             and
             the
             earths
             Warming-p●●
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             September
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             September
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             begins
             to
             fall
             much
             from
             his
             height
             ,
             the
             medowes
             are
             left
             bare
             ,
             by
             the
             mouthes
             of
             hungry
             Cattell
             ,
             and
             the
             Hogges
             are
             turned
             into
             the
             Corne
             fields
             :
             the
             windes
             begin
             to
             knocke
             the
             Apples
             heads
             together
             on
             the
             trees
             ,
             and
             the
             fallings
             are
             gathered
             to
             fill
             the
             Pyes
             for
             the
             Houshold
             :
             the
             Saylers
             fall
             to
             worke
             to
             get
             afore
             the
             wind●
             ,
             and
             if
             they
             spy
             a
             storme
             ,
             it
             puts
             them
             to
             prayer
             :
             the
             Souldier
             now
             begins
             to
             shrug
             at
             the
             weather
             ,
             and
             the
             Campe
             dissolued
             ,
             the
             Companies
             are
             put
             to
             Garison
             :
             the
             Lawyer
             now
             begins
             his
             Haruest
             ,
             and
             the
             Client
             p●yes
             for
             words
             by
             waight
             :
             the
             Innes
             now
             begin
             to
             prouide
             for
             ghests
             ,
             and
             the
             night
             ●aters
             in
             the
             stable
             ,
             pinch
             the
             Trauailer
             in
             his
             bed
             :
             Paper
             ,
             pen
             ,
             and
             inke
             are
             much
             in
             request
             ,
             and
             the
             quarter
             Sessions
             take
             order
             with
             the
             way-layers
             :
             C●ales
             and
             wood
             make
             toward
             the
             Chimney
             ,
             and
             Ale
             and
             Sacke
             are
             in
             account
             with
             good
             fellowes
             :
             the
             Butcher
             now
             knocks
             downe
             the
             great
             Béeues
             ,
             and
             the
             Poulters
             feathers
             make
             toward
             the
             Upholster
             :
             Walflet
             Oysters
             are
             the
             Fishwiues
             wealth
             ,
             and
             Pippins
             fine
             are
             the
             Costermongers
             rich
             merchandise
             :
             the
             flayle
             and
             the
             fan
             fall
             to
             worke
             in
             the
             Barne
             ,
             and
             the
             Corne
             market
             is
             full
             of
             the
             Bakers
             :
             the
             Porkets
             now
             are
             driuen
             to
             the
             Woods
             ,
             and
             the
             home-fed
             Pigges
             make
             porke
             for
             the
             market
             .
             In
             briefe
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             of
             it
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             Winters
             forewarning
             ,
             and
             the
             Summers
             farewell
             .
          
           
             Adieu
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             October
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             October
             ,
             and
             the
             lofty
             windes
             make
             bare
             the
             trées
             of
             their
             leaues
             ,
             while
             the
             hogs
             in
             the
             Woods
             grow
             fat
             with
             the
             falne
             Acorns
             :
             the
             forward
             Déere
             begin
             to
             goe
             to
             rut
             ,
             and
             the
             barren
             Doe
             groweth
             good
             meat
             :
             the
             Basket
             makers
             now
             gather
             their
             rods
             ,
             and
             the
             fishers
             lay
             their
             leapes
             in
             the
             déepe
             :
             the
             loade
             horses
             goe
             apace
             to
             the
             Mill
             ,
             and
             the
             Meal-market
             is
             seldome
             without
             people
             :
             the
             Hare
             on
             the
             hill
             makes
             the
             Greyhound
             a
             faire
             course
             &
             the
             Foxe
             in
             the
             woods
             cals
             the
             Hounds
             to
             a
             full
             cry
             :
             the
             multitude
             of
             people
             raiseth
             the
             price
             of
             wares
             ,
             and
             the
             smoothe
             tongue
             will
             sell
             much
             :
             the
             Saylor
             now
             bestirreth
             his
             stumps
             ,
             while
             the
             Merchant
             liueth
             in
             feare
             of
             the
             weather
             :
             the
             great
             feasts
             are
             now
             at
             hand
             for
             the
             City
             ,
             but
             the
             poore
             must
             not
             beg
             for
             feare
             of
             the
             stockes
             :
             a
             fire
             and
             a
             pai●e
             of
             Cards
             kéepe
             the
             ghests
             in
             the
             Ordinary
             ,
             and
             Tobacco
             is
             held
             very
             precious
             for
             the
             Rhewme
             :
             The
             Coaches
             now
             begin
             to
             rattle
             in
             the
             stréet
             :
             but
             the
             cry
             of
             the
             poore
             is
             vnpleasing
             to
             the
             rich
             :
             Muffes
             and
             Cuffes
             are
             now
             in
             request
             ,
             and
             the
             shuttel-Cocke
             with
             the
             Battel-doore
             is
             a
             pretty
             house-exercise
             :
             Tennis
             &
             Baloune
             are
             sports
             of
             some
             charge
             ,
             and
             a
             quicke
             bandy
             is
             the
             Court-kéepers
             commodity
             :
             dancing
             an●●encing
             are
             now
             in
             some
             vse
             ,
             and
             kind
             hearts
             and
             true
             Louers
             lye
             close
             ,
             to
             kéepe
             off
             cold
             :
             the
             Titmouse
             now
             kéepes
             in
             the
             hollow
             trée
             ,
             and
             the
             black
             bird
             sits
             close
             in
             the
             bottome
             of
             a
             hedge
             :
             In
             briefe
             ,
             for
             the
             little
             pleasure
             I
             find
             in
             it
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             of
             it
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             a
             Messenger
             of
             ill
             newes
             ,
             and
             a
             second
             seruice
             to
             a
             cold
             dinner
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Nouember
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             Nouember
             ,
             and
             according
             to
             the
             old
             Prouerbe
             ,
             Let
             the
             Thresher
             take
             his
             flayle
             ,
             and
             the
             ship
             no
             more
             sayle
             :
             for
             the
             high
             winds
             and
             the
             rough
             seas
             will
             try
             the
             ribs
             of
             the
             Shippe
             ,
             and
             the
             hearts
             of
             the
             Sailers
             :
             Now
             come
             the
             Countrey
             people
             all
             wet
             to
             the
             Market
             ,
             and
             the
             toyling
             Carriers
             are
             pittifully
             moyled
             :
             The
             yong
             Herne
             and
             the
             Shoulerd
             are
             now
             fat
             for
             the
             great
             Feast
             ,
             and
             the
             Wood
             cocke
             begins
             to
             make
             toward
             the
             Cockeshoot
             :
             the
             Warriners
             now
             beginne
             to
             plie
             their
             haruest
             ,
             and
             the
             Butcher
             ,
             after
             a
             good
             bargaine
             drinks
             a
             health
             to
             the
             Grasier
             :
             the
             Cooke
             and
             the
             Comfitmaker
             ,
             make
             ready
             for
             Christmas
             ,
             and
             the
             Minstrels
             in
             the
             Countrey
             ,
             beat
             their
             boyes
             for
             false
             fingring
             :
             Schollers
             before
             breakefast
             haue
             a
             cold
             stomacke
             to
             their
             bookes
             ,
             and
             a
             Master
             without
             Art
             is
             fit
             for
             an
             
               A
               B.
               C.
            
             A
             red
             herring
             and
             a
             cup
             of
             Sacke
             ,
             make
             warre
             in
             a
             weake
             stomacke
             ,
             and
             the
             poore
             mans
             fast
             ,
             is
             better
             then
             the
             Gluttons
             surfet
             :
             Trenchers
             and
             dishes
             are
             now
             necessary
             seruants
             ,
             and
             a
             locke
             to
             the
             Cubboord
             kéepes
             a
             bit
             for
             a
             néede
             :
             Now
             beginnes
             the
             Goshauke
             to
             wéede
             the
             wood
             of
             the
             Phesant
             ,
             and
             the
             Mallard
             loues
             not
             to
             heare
             the
             belles
             of
             the
             Faulcon
             :
             The
             winds
             now
             are
             cold
             ,
             and
             the
             Ayre
             chill
             ,
             and
             the
             poore
             die
             through
             want
             of
             Charitie
             :
             Butter
             and
             Chéese
             beginne
             to
             rayse
             their
             prices
             ,
             and
             Kitchen
             stuffe
             is
             a
             commoditie
             ,
             that
             euery
             man
             is
             not
             acquainted
             with
             .
             In
             
             summe
             ,
             with
             a
             conceit
             of
             the
             chilling
             cold
             of
             it
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             in
             it
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             discomfort
             of
             Nature
             ,
             and
             Reasons
             patience
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
             December
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             December
             ,
             &
             hée
             that
             walkes
             the
             stréets
             ,
             shall
             find
             durt
             on
             his
             shooes
             ,
             Except
             hée
             goe
             all
             in
             bootes
             :
             Now
             doth
             the
             Lawyer
             make
             an
             end
             of
             his
             haruest
             ,
             and
             the
             Client
             of
             his
             purse
             :
             Now
             Capons
             and
             Hennes
             ,
             beside
             Turkies
             ,
             Geese
             and
             Duckes
             ,
             besides
             Béefe
             and
             Mutton
             ,
             must
             all
             die
             for
             the
             great
             feast
             ,
             for
             in
             twelue
             dayes
             a
             multitude
             of
             people
             will
             not
             bée
             fed
             with
             a
             little
             :
             Now
             plummes
             and
             spice
             ,
             Sugar
             and
             Honey
             ,
             square
             it
             among
             pies
             and
             broth
             ,
             and
             Gossip
             I
             drinke
             to
             you
             ,
             and
             you
             are
             welcome
             ,
             and
             I
             thanke
             you
             ,
             and
             how
             doe
             you
             ,
             and
             I
             pray
             you
             bée
             merrie
             :
             Now
             are
             the
             Taylors
             and
             the
             Tiremakers
             full
             of
             worke
             against
             the
             Holidayes
             ,
             and
             Musicke
             now
             must
             bée
             in
             tune
             ,
             or
             else
             neuer
             :
             the
             youth
             must
             dance
             and
             sing
             ,
             and
             the
             aged
             sit
             by
             the
             fire
             .
             It
             is
             the
             Law
             of
             Nature
             ,
             and
             no
             Contradiction
             in
             reason
             :
             The
             Asse
             that
             hath
             borne
             all
             the
             yeare
             ,
             must
             now
             take
             a
             little
             rest
             ,
             and
             the
             leane
             Oxe
             must
             féed
             till
             hée
             bée
             fat
             :
             The
             Footman
             now
             shall
             haue
             many
             a
             foule
             step
             ,
             and
             the
             Ostler
             shall
             haue
             worke
             enough
             about
             the
             héeles
             of
             the
             Horses
             ,
             while
             the
             Tapster
             ,
             if
             hée
             take
             not
             heed
             ,
             will
             lie
             drunke
             in
             the
             Seller
             :
             The
             prices
             of
             meat
             will
             rise
             apace
             ,
             and
             the
             apparell
             of
             the
             proud
             will
             make
             the
             Taylor
             rich
             :
             Dice
             and
             Cardes
             ,
             will
             benefit
             the
             Butler
             :
             
             And
             if
             the
             Cooke
             doe
             not
             lacke
             wit
             ,
             hée
             will
             swéetly
             licke
             his
             fingers
             :
             Starchers
             and
             Launderers
             will
             haue
             their
             hands
             full
             of
             worke
             ,
             and
             Periwigs
             and
             painting
             wil
             not
             bee
             a
             little
             set
             by
             ,
             strange
             stuffes
             will
             bee
             well
             sold
             ,
             strange
             tales
             well
             told
             ,
             strange
             sights
             much
             sought
             ,
             strange
             things
             much
             bought
             ,
             and
             what
             else
             as
             fals
             out
             .
             To
             conclude
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             costly
             Purueyour
             of
             Excesse
             ,
             and
             the
             after
             breeder
             of
             necessitie
             ,
             the
             practice
             of
             Folly
             ,
             and
             the
             Purgatory
             of
             Reason
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           Christmas
           day
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Christmas
           ,
           and
           not
           a
           Cup
           of
           drinke
           must
           passe
           without
           a
           Caroll
           ,
           the
           Beasts
           ,
           Fowle
           and
           Fish
           ,
           come
           to
           a
           generall
           execution
           ,
           and
           the
           Corne
           is
           ground
           to
           dust
           for
           the
           Bakehouse
           ,
           and
           the
           Pastry
           :
           Cards
           and
           Dice
           purge
           many
           a
           purse
           ,
           and
           the
           Youth
           shew
           their
           agility
           in
           shooing
           of
           the
           wild
           Mare
           :
           now
           good
           cheere
           and
           welcome
           ,
           and
           God
           be
           with
           you
           ,
           and
           I
           thanke
           you
           :
           and
           against
           the
           new
           yeare
           ,
           prouide
           for
           the
           presents
           :
           the
           Lord
           of
           Mis-rule
           is
           no
           meane
           man
           for
           his
           time
           ,
           and
           the
           ghests
           of
           the
           high
           Table
           must
           lacke
           no
           Wine
           :
           the
           lusty
           bloods
           must
           looke
           about
           them
           like
           men
           ,
           and
           piping
           and
           dauncing
           puts
           away
           much
           melancholy
           :
           stolne
           Uenison
           is
           swéet
           ,
           and
           a
           fat
           Coney
           is
           worth
           money
           :
           Pit-falles
           are
           now
           set
           for
           small
           Birdes
           ,
           and
           a
           Woodcocke
           hangs
           himselfe
           in
           a
           gynne
           :
           a
           good
           fire
           heats
           all
           the
           house
           ,
           and
           a
           full
           Almes-basket
           makes
           the
           Beggers
           Prayers
           :
           the
           Maskers
           and
           the
           Mummers
           
           make
           the
           merry
           sport
           :
           but
           if
           they
           lose
           their
           money
           ,
           their
           Drumme
           goes
           dead
           :
           Swearers
           and
           Swaggerers
           are
           sent
           away
           to
           the
           Ale-house
           ,
           and
           vnruly
           Wenches
           goe
           in
           danger
           of
           Iudgement
           :
           Musicians
           now
           make
           their
           Instruments
           speake
           out
           ,
           and
           a
           good
           song
           is
           worth
           the
           hearing
           .
           In
           summe
           ,
           it
           is
           a
           holy
           time
           ,
           a
           duty
           in
           Christians
           ,
           for
           the
           remembrance
           of
           Christ
           ,
           and
           custome
           among
           friends
           ,
           for
           the
           maintenance
           of
           good
           fellowship
           :
           In
           briefe
           ,
           I
           thus
           conclude
           of
           it
           :
           I
           hold
           it
           a
           memory
           of
           the
           Heauens
           Loue
           ,
           and
           the
           worlds
           peace
           ,
           the
           myrth
           of
           the
           honest
           ,
           and
           the
           meeting
           of
           the
           friendly
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Lent.
           
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Lent
           ,
           and
           the
           poore
           Stockfish
           is
           sore
           beaten
           for
           his
           stubbornnesse
           :
           the
           Herring
           dominiers
           like
           a
           Lord
           of
           great
           Seruice
           ,
           and
           the
           fruit
           of
           the
           Dairy
           makes
           a
           hungry
           Feast
           :
           Fasting
           and
           mourning
           is
           the
           life
           of
           the
           poore
           ,
           and
           the
           Dogges
           grow
           leane
           ,
           with
           the
           lacke
           of
           bones
           ,
           while
           the
           Prisoners
           heart
           is
           nipt
           with
           penury
           :
           the
           Beasts
           of
           the
           Forrests
           haue
           a
           bare
           feed
           ,
           and
           the
           hard
           crusts
           try
           the
           téeth
           of
           the
           Begger
           :
           The
           Byrd
           hath
           a
           little
           shelter
           in
           the
           Bush
           ,
           and
           a
           bitter
           frost
           makes
           a
           backward
           Spring
           :
           The
           Sunne
           giues
           but
           little
           warmth
           ,
           and
           the
           March
           wind
           makes
           the
           Ayre
           cold
           :
           The
           Fisher-men
           now
           are
           the
           Rakers
           of
           the
           Sea
           ,
           and
           the
           Oyster
           gapes
           ,
           to
           catch
           hold
           of
           the
           Crab
           :
           Solitarinesse
           and
           Melancholy
           bréed
           the
           hurt
           of
           Nature
           ,
           and
           the
           naked
           nesse
           of
           the
           Earth
           is
           the
           eyes
           discomfort
           :
           
           Idle
           people
           sit
           picking
           of
           Sallets
           ,
           and
           necessity
           of
           exercise
           is
           an
           enemy
           to
           study
           :
           the
           winds
           grow
           dangerous
           to
           the
           Sayler
           ,
           and
           the
           Rockes
           are
           the
           ruine
           of
           the
           Merchant
           :
           the
           Sentinell
           now
           keeps
           a
           cold
           watch
           ,
           and
           the
           Sconce
           is
           nothing
           comfortable
           to
           the
           Souldier
           :
           the
           shepheard
           hath
           little
           pleasure
           in
           his
           Pipe
           ,
           and
           Age
           hath
           but
           a
           dead
           feeling
           in
           loue
           :
           the
           Colt
           hath
           a
           ragged
           coat
           ,
           and
           the
           halfe
           mewed
           head
           disgraceth
           the
           Déere
           :
           the
           Faulcons
           wing
           is
           but
           young
           feathered
           ,
           and
           the
           déepe
           f●llow
           wearies
           the
           Huntsman
           :
           there
           is
           nothing
           pleasing
           but
           hope
           ,
           that
           the
           dayes
           will
           lengthen
           and
           time
           will
           be
           more
           comfortable
           .
           I
           conclude
           ,
           in
           it selfe
           ,
           it
           is
           an
           vncomfortable
           season
           ,
           the
           Heauens
           frown
           ,
           and
           the
           Earths
           punishment
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Good
           Friday
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Good
           Friday
           ,
           and
           a
           generall
           Fast
           must
           be
           kept
           among
           all
           Christians
           ,
           in
           remembrance
           of
           Christs
           Passion
           :
           Flesh
           and
           Fish
           must
           bee
           vanished
           all
           stomackes
           ,
           strong
           or
           weake
           :
           Now
           beginnes
           the
           Farewell
           to
           thin
           fare
           ,
           and
           the
           Fishmongers
           may
           shut
           vp
           their
           shops
           till
           the
           Holy-dayes
           be
           past
           :
           the
           Butchers
           now
           must
           wash
           their
           Boords
           ,
           make
           cleane
           their
           Aprons
           ,
           sharpen
           their
           kniues
           ,
           and
           sort
           their
           prickes
           ,
           and
           cut
           out
           their
           meat
           for
           Easter
           Eue
           market
           :
           Now
           must
           the
           Poulters
           make
           ready
           their
           Rabbet●
           and
           their
           Fowle
           ,
           the
           Cookes
           haue
           their
           Ouens
           cleane
           ,
           and
           all
           for
           Pies
           and
           Tarts
           against
           the
           merry
           Feast
           :
           now
           the
           Maids
           bestir
           them
           about
           their
           houses
           ,
           the
           Launders
           about
           their
           Linnen
           ,
           
           the
           Taylors
           about
           Apparell
           ,
           and
           all
           for
           this
           holy
           time
           :
           Now
           young
           Lambs
           ,
           young
           Rabbets
           ,
           and
           young
           Chickens
           dye
           for
           fine
           appetites
           ,
           and
           now
           the
           Minstrell
           tunes
           his
           Instruments
           ,
           to
           haue
           them
           ready
           for
           the
           yong
           people
           :
           but
           with
           the
           aged
           and
           the
           religious
           ,
           there
           is
           nothing
           but
           sorrow
           and
           mourning
           ,
           confession
           ,
           contrition
           ,
           and
           absolution
           ,
           and
           I
           know
           not
           what
           :
           few
           that
           are
           merry
           ,
           but
           children
           that
           breake
           vp
           schoole
           ,
           and
           wenches
           that
           are
           vpon
           the
           mariage
           .
           In
           summe
           ,
           it
           is
           such
           an
           odde
           day
           by
           it selfe
           ,
           that
           I
           will
           onely
           make
           this
           conclusion
           of
           it
           :
           It
           is
           the
           Bridle
           of
           Nature
           ,
           and
           the
           Examiner
           of
           Reason
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Easter
           day
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Easter
           ,
           and
           Iacke
           of
           Lent
           is
           turned
           out
           of
           doores
           :
           the
           Fishermen
           now
           hang
           vp
           their
           nets
           to
           dry
           ,
           while
           the
           Calfe
           and
           the
           Lambe
           walke
           toward
           the
           Kitchin
           and
           the
           Pastry
           :
           The
           veluet
           heads
           of
           the
           Forrests
           fall
           at
           the
           loose
           of
           the
           Crosse-bow
           :
           the
           Samman
           Trowt
           playes
           with
           the
           Fly
           ,
           and
           the
           March
           Rabbit
           runnes
           dead
           into
           the
           dish
           :
           the
           Indian
           commodities
           pay
           the
           Merchants
           aduenture
           :
           and
           Barbary
           Sugar
           puts
           Honey
           out
           of
           countenance
           :
           the
           holy
           feast
           is
           kept
           for
           the
           faithfull
           ,
           and
           a
           knowne
           Iew
           hath
           no
           place
           among
           Christians
           :
           the
           Earth
           now
           beginnes
           to
           paint
           her
           vpper
           garment
           ,
           and
           the
           trées
           put
           out
           their
           young
           buds
           ,
           the
           little
           Kids
           chew
           their
           Cuds
           ,
           and
           the
           Swallow
           féeds
           on
           the
           Flyes
           in
           the
           Ayre
           :
           the
           Storke
           clenseth
           
           the
           Brookes
           of
           the
           Frogges
           ,
           and
           the
           Sparhawke
           prepares
           her
           wing
           for
           the
           Partridge
           :
           the
           little
           Fawne
           is
           stolne
           from
           the
           Doe
           ,
           &
           the
           male
           Déere
           beginne
           to
           heard
           :
           the
           spirit
           of
           Youth
           is
           inclined
           to
           mirth
           ,
           and
           the
           conscionable
           Scholler
           will
           not
           breake
           a
           holy-day
           :
           the
           Minstrell
           cals
           the
           Maid
           from
           her
           dinner
           ,
           and
           the
           Louers
           eyes
           doe
           troule
           like
           Tennis
           balls
           .
           There
           is
           mirth
           and
           ioy
           ,
           when
           there
           is
           health
           and
           liberty
           :
           and
           he
           that
           hath
           money
           ,
           will
           be
           no
           meane
           man
           in
           his
           mansion
           :
           the
           Ayre
           is
           wholsome
           ,
           and
           the
           Skye
           comfortable
           ,
           the
           Flowers
           odoriferous
           ,
           and
           the
           Fruits
           pleasant
           :
           I
           conclude
           ,
           it
           is
           a
           day
           of
           much
           delightfulnesse
           :
           the
           Sunnes
           dancing
           day
           ,
           and
           the
           Earths
           Holy-day
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           Morning
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           now
           Morning
           ,
           and
           Time
           hath
           woond
           vp
           the
           Whéeles
           of
           his
           day
           Watch
           ,
           while
           the
           Larke
           ,
           the
           Sunnes
           Trumpet
           ,
           calls
           the
           Labourer
           to
           his
           worke
           :
           there
           is
           ioy
           and
           comfort
           through
           the
           whole
           world
           ,
           that
           the
           spirits
           of
           life
           are
           awaked
           out
           of
           their
           dead
           sléepe
           :
           It
           is
           the
           blessed
           time
           of
           reason
           ,
           in
           which
           the
           best
           things
           are
           begunne
           ,
           while
           Nature
           goes
           to
           experience
           for
           the
           better
           perfection
           of
           her
           businesse
           :
           The
           Sunne
           now
           beginnes
           to
           draw
           open
           the
           Curtaine
           of
           his
           Pauilion
           ,
           and
           with
           the
           heat
           of
           his
           Beames
           drawes
           vp
           the
           vnwholesome
           mists
           in
           the
           Ayre
           :
           the
           Mother
           Earth
           is
           recouered
           of
           her
           cold
           sicknesse
           ,
           and
           sends
           forth
           her
           fayre
           flowers
           to
           perfume
           the
           infected
           ayre
           :
           now
           the
           Sorceresse
           
           with
           her
           magicke
           Art
           puts
           her
           charmes
           to
           silence
           ,
           and
           the
           Birds
           of
           the
           woods
           make
           musicke
           to
           the
           poore
           traueller
           .
           Now
           begin
           the
           wits
           of
           the
           wise
           ,
           and
           the
           limbes
           of
           strength
           to
           compasse
           the
           world
           ,
           and
           make
           Art
           honorable
           :
           Theeues
           now
           are
           either
           caued
           or
           imprisoned
           ,
           and
           knowledge
           of
           comfort
           puts
           care
           to
           a
           
             Non
             plus
          
           .
           The
           beasts
           of
           the
           forrests
           vse
           the
           silence
           of
           feare
           ,
           and
           the
           Wolfe
           like
           a
           Dog
           dares
           not
           looke
           out
           of
           his
           denne
           :
           the
           Wormes
           into
           the
           earth
           ,
           and
           the
           Toads
           into
           the
           Waters
           ,
           flye
           for
           feare
           of
           their
           heads
           :
           This
           is
           a
           time
           that
           I
           ioy
           in
           ,
           for
           I
           think
           no
           time
           lost
           ,
           but
           in
           sléepe
           :
           and
           now
           haue
           imaginations
           their
           best
           meanes
           to
           attire
           themselues
           in
           the
           golden
           liuerie
           of
           their
           best
           graces
           ;
           to
           which
           the
           night
           is
           at
           no
           time
           by
           depriuation
           of
           action
           .
           I
           conclude
           ,
           it
           is
           in
           it selfe
           a
           blessed
           season
           ,
           a
           dispersing
           of
           the
           first
           darknesse
           ,
           and
           the
           Diall
           of
           Alexander
           .
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
           
             One
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             first
             houre
             ,
             and
             Time
             is
             ,
             as
             it
             were
             ,
             stepping
             out
             of
             darknesse
             ,
             and
             stealing
             towards
             the
             day
             :
             the
             Cocke
             cals
             to
             his
             ●enne
             ,
             and
             bids
             her
             beware
             of
             the
             Foxe
             ,
             and
             the
             Watch
             hauing
             walkt
             the
             stréets
             ,
             take
             a
             nap
             vpon
             a
             stall
             :
             the
             Bell-man
             cals
             to
             the
             maids
             to
             looke
             to
             their
             lockes
             ,
             their
             fire
             ,
             and
             their
             light
             ,
             and
             the
             child
             in
             the
             cradle
             cals
             to
             the
             Nurse
             for
             a
             Dug
             :
             the
             Cat
             sits
             watching
             behind
             the
             Cupboord
             for
             a
             Mouse
             ,
             and
             the
             Flea
             sucks
             on
             swéet
             flesh
             ,
             till
             he
             is
             ready
             to
             burst
             with
             the
             blood
             :
             the
             spirits
             of
             the
             studious
             start
             out
             of
             their
             dreames
             ,
             and
             if
             they
             cannot
             fall
             asléepe
             againe
             ,
             then
             
             to
             the
             Booke
             and
             the
             waxe
             Candle
             :
             the
             Dog
             at
             the
             doore
             frayes
             the
             Théefe
             from
             the
             house
             ,
             and
             the
             Théefe
             within
             the
             house
             may
             hap
             to
             be
             about
             his
             businesse
             .
             In
             some
             places
             Bels
             are
             rung
             to
             certaine
             orders
             :
             but
             the
             quiet
             sléeper
             neuer
             tels
             the
             Clocke
             :
             not
             to
             dwell
             too
             long
             vpon
             it
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             farewell
             of
             the
             night
             ,
             and
             the
             forerunner
             to
             the
             day
             ,
             the
             spirits
             watch
             ,
             and
             Reasons
             workemaster
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
             Two
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             second
             houre
             ,
             and
             the
             point
             of
             the
             Diall
             hath
             stept
             ouer
             the
             first
             stroake
             ,
             and
             now
             Time
             beginnes
             to
             draw
             backe
             the
             Curtaine
             of
             the
             night
             :
             the
             Cocke
             againe
             cals
             to
             his
             Henne
             ,
             and
             the
             Watch
             beginne
             to
             buss●e
             toward
             their
             discharge
             :
             The
             Bell-man
             hath
             made
             a
             great
             part
             of
             his
             walke
             ,
             and
             the
             Nurse
             beginnes
             to
             huggle
             the
             child
             to
             the
             Dugge
             :
             the
             Cat
             sits
             playing
             with
             the
             Mouse
             which
             she
             hath
             catched
             ,
             and
             the
             Dog
             with
             his
             barking
             wakes
             the
             seruants
             of
             the
             house
             :
             the
             studious
             now
             are
             neere
             vpon
             waking
             ,
             and
             the
             théefe
             will
             be
             gone
             ,
             for
             feare
             of
             being
             taken
             :
             The
             Forresters
             now
             be
             about
             their
             walkes
             ,
             and
             yet
             stealers
             sometim●
             cozen
             the
             Kéepers
             :
             Warreners
             now
             beginne
             to
             draw
             homeward
             ,
             and
             far
             dwellers
             from
             the
             towne
             ,
             will
             be
             on
             the
             way
             to
             the
             market
             ;
             The
             Souldier
             now
             lookes
             towards
             the
             
               Court
               de
               Garde
            
             ,
             and
             the
             Corporall
             takes
             care
             
             for
             the
             reliefe
             of
             the
             Watch
             :
             the
             earnest
             Scholler
             will
             be
             now
             at
             his
             ●ooke
             ,
             and
             the
             thrifty
             Husbandman
             will
             rowse
             towards
             his
             rising
             :
             the
             Seaman
             will
             now
             looke
             out
             for
             light
             ,
             and
             if
             the
             wind
             be
             faire
             ,
             hee
             cals
             for
             a
             Can
             of
             ●ee●e
             :
             the
             fishermen
             now
             take
             the
             benefit
             of
             the
             tyde
             ,
             and
             he
             that
             bobs
             for
             Eeles
             ,
             will
             not
             be
             without
             Worms
             .
             In
             summe
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             much
             of
             the
             nature
             of
             the
             first
             houre
             ,
             but
             somewhat
             better
             .
             And
             to
             conclude
             ,
             I
             thinke
             it
             the
             enemy
             of
             Sleepe
             ,
             and
             the
             entrance
             to
             Exercise
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Three
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             third
             houre
             ,
             and
             the
             Windowes
             of
             Heauen
             beginne
             to
             open
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             beginnes
             to
             colour
             the
             Clouds
             in
             the
             Sky
             ,
             before
             he
             shew
             his
             face
             to
             the
             World
             :
             Now
             are
             the
             spirits
             of
             life
             ,
             as
             it
             were
             ,
             risen
             out
             of
             death
             :
             the
             Cocke
             cals
             the
             seruants
             to
             their
             dayes
             work
             ,
             and
             the
             grasse
             horses
             are
             fetcht
             from
             the
             Pastures
             :
             the
             Milke-maids
             begin
             to
             looke
             toward
             their
             dayry
             ,
             and
             the
             good
             Huswife
             beginnes
             to
             looke
             about
             the
             house
             :
             the
             Porrage
             pot
             is
             on
             for
             the
             seruants
             breakfast
             ,
             and
             hungry
             stomackes
             will
             soone
             bee
             ready
             for
             their
             victuall
             :
             the
             Sparrow
             beginnes
             to
             chirpe
             about
             the
             house
             ,
             and
             the
             Birds
             in
             the
             bushes
             will
             bid
             them
             welcome
             to
             the
             field
             :
             the
             Shepheard
             sets
             on
             his
             Pitch
             on
             the
             fire
             ,
             and
             fills
             his
             Tar-pot
             ready
             for
             his
             flocke
             :
             the
             Wheele
             and
             the
             Reele
             beginne
             to
             be
             set
             ready
             ,
             and
             a
             merry
             song
             makes
             the
             worke
             seeme
             easie
             :
             the
             Plough-man
             falls
             to
             harnesse
             his
             horses
             ,
             and
             the
             ●hrasher
             beginnes
             to
             looke
             toward
             the
             barne
             :
             the
             Scholler
             that
             loues
             learning
             ,
             will
             be
             hard
             at
             his
             Booke
             ,
             and
             the
             Labourer
             by
             great
             ,
             will
             be
             walking
             toward
             his
             worke
             .
             In
             briefe
             ,
             it
             is
             a
             parcell
             of
             time
             ,
             to
             good
             purpose
             ,
             the
             exercise
             of
             Nature
             ,
             and
             the
             entrance
             into
             Art.
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Foure
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             fourth
             houre
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             beginnes
             to
             send
             her
             beames
             abroad
             ,
             whose
             glimmering
             brightnesse
             no
             eye
             can
             behold
             :
             Now
             crowes
             the
             Cocke
             lustily
             ,
             and
             claps
             his
             wings
             for
             ioy
             of
             the
             light
             ,
             and
             with
             his
             Hennes
             leaps
             lightly
             from
             his
             Roust
             :
             Now
             are
             the
             Horses
             at
             their
             Chaffe
             and
             Prouender
             :
             the
             seruants
             at
             breakfast
             ,
             the
             Milk-maid
             gone
             to
             the
             field
             ,
             and
             the
             Spinner
             at
             the
             Wheele
             :
             and
             the
             Shepheard
             with
             his
             Dog
             are
             going
             toward
             the
             Fold
             :
             Now
             the
             Beggers
             rouse
             them
             out
             of
             the
             Hedges
             ,
             and
             begin
             their
             morning
             craft
             ;
             but
             if
             the
             Constable
             come
             ,
             beware
             the
             stocks
             :
             The
             Birds
             now
             beginne
             to
             flocke
             ,
             and
             the
             Sparhawke
             beginnes
             to
             prey
             for
             his
             Ayry
             :
             The
             Thresher
             beginnes
             to
             stretch
             his
             long
             armes
             ,
             and
             the
             thriuing
             Labourer
             will
             fall
             hard
             to
             his
             worke
             :
             the
             quicke
             witted
             braine
             will
             be
             quoting
             of
             places
             ,
             and
             the
             cunning
             work-man
             will
             bee
             trying
             of
             his
             skill
             :
             the
             Hounds
             begin
             to
             bee
             coupled
             for
             the
             chase
             ,
             and
             the
             Spaniels
             follow
             the
             Faulconer
             to
             the
             field
             :
             Trauellers
             beginne
             to
             looke
             toward
             the
             Stable
             ,
             where
             an
             honest
             Hostler
             is
             worthy
             his
             reward
             :
             the
             Souldier
             now
             is
             vpon
             discharge
             of
             his
             Watch
             ,
             and
             the
             Captaine
             with
             his
             company
             may
             take
             as
             good
             rest
             as
             they
             can
             :
             In
             summe
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             of
             it
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             Messenger
             of
             Action
             ,
             and
             the
             Watch
             of
             Reason
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Fiue
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             now
             fiue
             of
             the
             Clocke
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             is
             going
             apace
             vpon
             his
             iourney
             :
             and
             fie
             sluggards
             ,
             who
             would
             be
             asleepe
             ?
             The
             Bels
             ring
             to
             Prayer
             ,
             and
             the
             streéts
             are
             full
             of
             people
             ,
             and
             the
             high-wayes
             are
             stored
             with
             Trauellers
             :
             the
             Schollers
             are
             vp
             and
             going
             to
             schoole
             ,
             and
             the
             Rods
             are
             ready
             for
             the
             Truants
             correction
             :
             the
             Maids
             are
             at
             milking
             ,
             and
             the
             seruants
             at
             Plough
             ,
             and
             the
             Wheele
             goes
             merrily
             ,
             while
             the
             Mistresse
             is
             by
             :
             the
             Capons
             and
             the
             Chickens
             must
             bee
             serued
             without
             doore
             ,
             and
             the
             Hogges
             cry
             till
             they
             haue
             their
             swill
             :
             the
             Shepheard
             is
             almost
             gotten
             to
             his
             Fold
             ,
             and
             the
             Heard
             beginnes
             to
             blow
             his
             horne
             through
             the
             Towne
             .
             The
             blind
             Fidler
             is
             vp
             with
             his
             dance
             and
             his
             song
             ,
             and
             the
             Alehouse
             doore
             is
             vnlocked
             for
             good
             fellowes
             :
             the
             hounds
             begin
             to
             find
             after
             the
             Hare
             ,
             and
             horse
             and
             foot
             follow
             after
             the
             cry
             :
             the
             Traueller
             now
             is
             well
             on
             his
             way
             ,
             and
             if
             the
             weather
             be
             faire
             ,
             he
             walkes
             with
             the
             better
             chéere
             :
             the
             Carter
             merrily
             whistles
             to
             his
             horse
             ,
             and
             the
             Boy
             with
             his
             Sling
             casts
             stones
             at
             the
             Crowes
             :
             the
             Lawyer
             now
             begins
             to
             look
             on
             his
             Case
             ,
             and
             if
             he
             giue
             good
             counsell
             ,
             he
             is
             worthy
             of
             his
             Fee
             :
             In
             briefe
             ,
             not
             to
             stay
             to●
             long
             vpon
             it
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             necessity
             of
             Labour
             ,
             and
             the
             note
             of
             Profit
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Sixe
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             sixt
             houre
             ,
             the
             swéet
             time
             of
             the
             Morning
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             at
             euery
             window
             calls
             the
             Sléepers
             from
             their
             beds
             :
             the
             Marygold
             beginnes
             to
             open
             her
             leaues
             ,
             &
             the
             Dew
             on
             the
             ground
             doth
             swéeten
             the
             Ayre
             :
             the
             Faulconers
             now
             méet
             with
             many
             a
             faire
             flight
             ,
             and
             the
             Hare
             and
             the
             Hounds
             haue
             made
             the
             Huntsman
             good
             sport
             :
             the
             shoppes
             in
             the
             City
             begin
             to
             shew
             their
             wares
             ,
             and
             the
             market
             people
             haue
             taken
             their
             places
             :
             The
             Schollers
             now
             haue
             their
             Fourmes
             ,
             and
             whosoeuer
             cannot
             say
             his
             Lesson
             ,
             must
             presently
             looke
             for
             Absolution
             :
             The
             Forester
             now
             is
             drawing
             home
             to
             his
             Lodge
             ,
             and
             if
             his
             Déere
             be
             gone
             ,
             hée
             may
             draw
             after
             cold
             scent
             :
             Now
             begins
             the
             curst
             Mistresse
             to
             put
             her
             Girles
             to
             their
             taskes
             ,
             and
             a
             laz
             ▪
             Hylding
             will
             doe
             hurt
             among
             good
             Workers
             :
             Now
             the
             Mower
             falles
             to
             whetting
             of
             his
             Sythe
             ,
             and
             the
             Beaters
             of
             Hempe
             giue
             a
             hoh
             to
             euery
             blow
             :
             The
             Ale
             Knight
             is
             at
             his
             Cup
             ere
             hée
             can
             well
             see
             his
             drinke
             ,
             and
             the
             begger
             is
             as
             nimble
             toung'd
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             had
             béene
             at
             it
             all
             day
             :
             the
             Fishermen
             now
             are
             at
             the
             Craier
             for
             their
             Oysters
             ,
             and
             they
             will
             neuer
             lyn
             crying
             ,
             while
             they
             haue
             one
             in
             their
             basket
             :
             In
             summe
             ,
             not
             to
             be
             tedious
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             ,
             the
             Sluggards
             shame
             ,
             and
             the
             Labourers
             praise
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Seuen
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             seuenth
             houre
             ,
             and
             Time
             begins
             to
             set
             the
             world
             hard
             to
             worke
             :
             The
             Milke-maides
             in
             their
             Dayry
             to
             their
             Butter
             and
             their
             Chéese
             ,
             the
             Ploughmen
             to
             their
             Ploughes
             and
             their
             Harrowes
             in
             the
             field
             :
             the
             Schollers
             to
             their
             Lessons
             ,
             the
             Lawyers
             to
             their
             Cases
             ,
             the
             Merchants
             to
             their
             accounts
             ,
             the
             Shop-men
             to
             What
             lacke
             you
             ?
             and
             euery
             Trade
             to
             his
             businesse
             :
             Oh
             t
             is
             a
             world
             to
             sée
             how
             life
             leapes
             about
             the
             lims
             of
             the
             healthfull
             :
             none
             but
             findes
             something
             to
             doe
             :
             the
             Wise
             ,
             to
             study
             ,
             the
             strong
             ,
             to
             labour
             :
             the
             Fantasticke
             ,
             to
             make
             loue
             :
             the
             Poet
             ,
             to
             make
             Uerses
             :
             the
             Player
             ,
             to
             conne
             his
             part
             :
             and
             the
             Musitian
             to
             try
             his
             note
             :
             euery
             one
             in
             his
             qualitie
             ▪
             and
             according
             to
             his
             condition
             ,
             sets
             himself
             to
             some
             exercise
             ,
             either
             of
             the
             body
             ,
             or
             the
             minde
             :
             And
             therefore
             since
             it
             is
             a
             time
             of
             much
             labour
             ,
             and
             great
             vse
             ,
             I
             will
             thus
             briefly
             conclude
             of
             it
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             enemy
             of
             Idlenesse
             ,
             and
             imployer
             of
             Industry
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Eight
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             eight
             houre
             ,
             and
             good
             stomackes
             are
             ready
             for
             a
             breakfast
             :
             The
             Huntsman
             now
             calls
             in
             his
             Houndes
             ,
             and
             at
             the
             fall
             of
             the
             Déere
             the
             Hornes
             goe
             apace
             :
             Now
             beginne
             the
             Horses
             to
             breathe
             and
             the
             Labourer
             to
             sweat
             ,
             and
             with
             quicke
             hands
             ,
             worke
             rids
             apace
             :
             Now
             the
             Schollers
             make
             a
             charme
             in
             the
             Schooles
             ,
             and
             Ergo
             kéepes
             a
             stirre
             in
             many
             a
             false
             Argument
             :
             Now
             the
             Chapmen
             fall
             to
             furnish
             the
             shoppes
             ,
             the
             market
             people
             make
             away
             with
             their
             ware
             :
             The
             Tauerne
             hunters
             taste
             of
             the
             tother
             Wine
             ,
             and
             the
             nappy
             Ale
             makes
             many
             a
             drunken
             Noll
             :
             Now
             the
             Thrasher
             beginnes
             to
             fall
             to
             his
             breakfast
             ,
             and
             eate
             apace
             ,
             and
             worke
             apace
             ,
             riddes
             the
             Corne
             quickely
             away
             :
             Now
             the
             Piper
             lookes
             what
             hée
             hath
             gotten
             since
             day
             ,
             and
             the
             Begger
             ,
             if
             hée
             haue
             hit
             well
             ,
             will
             haue
             a
             pot
             of
             the
             best
             :
             The
             Traueller
             now
             begins
             to
             water
             his
             horse
             ,
             and
             if
             he
             were
             earely
             vp
             ,
             perhaps
             a
             bait
             will
             doe
             well
             .
             The
             Osteler
             now
             makes
             cleane
             his
             stables
             ,
             and
             if
             Ghestes
             come
             in
             ,
             hée
             is
             not
             without
             his
             welcome
             .
             In
             conclusion
             ,
             for
             all
             I
             finde
             in
             it
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             Mindes
             trauaile
             ,
             and
             the
             Bodies
             toyle
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Nine
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             nynth
             houre
             ,
             and
             the
             Sunne
             is
             gotten
             vp
             well
             toward
             his
             height
             ,
             and
             the
             sweating
             Traueller
             beginnes
             to
             féele
             the
             burthen
             of
             his
             way
             :
             The
             Scholler
             now
             falles
             to
             conning
             of
             his
             Lesson
             ,
             and
             the
             Lawyer
             at
             the
             Barro
             falls
             to
             pleading
             of
             his
             Case
             :
             the
             Soldier
             now
             makes
             many
             a
             weary
             steppe
             in
             his
             march
             ,
             and
             the
             amorous
             Courtier
             almost
             ready
             to
             goe
             out
             of
             his
             Chamber
             :
             The
             market
             now
             growes
             to
             bée
             full
             of
             people
             ,
             and
             the
             Shopmen
             now
             are
             in
             the
             heat
             of
             the
             market
             :
             the
             Faulconers
             now
             finde
             it
             too
             hote
             flying
             ,
             and
             the
             Huntsmen
             begin
             to
             grow
             weary
             of
             their
             sport
             :
             The
             Byrders
             now
             take
             in
             their
             Nets
             and
             their
             Roddes
             ,
             and
             the
             Fishermen
             send
             their
             Fish
             to
             the
             Market
             :
             the
             Tauerne
             and
             the
             Ale-house
             are
             almost
             full
             of
             Guestes
             ,
             and
             Westminster
             and
             Guild
             Hall
             are
             not
             without
             a
             word
             or
             two
             on
             both
             sides
             :
             The
             Carriers
             now
             are
             loading
             out
             of
             Towne
             ,
             and
             not
             a
             Letter
             but
             must
             bée
             payd
             for
             ere
             it
             passe
             :
             The
             Cryer
             now
             tryes
             the
             strength
             of
             his
             throat
             ,
             and
             the
             Beareward
             leades
             his
             Beare
             home
             after
             his
             challenge
             :
             The
             Players
             Billes
             are
             almost
             all
             set
             vp
             ,
             and
             the
             Clarke
             of
             the
             Market
             begins
             to
             shew
             his
             Office
             :
             In
             summe
             ,
             in
             this
             houre
             there
             is
             much
             to
             doe
             ,
             as
             well
             in
             the
             City
             ,
             as
             the
             Countrey
             :
             And
             therefore
             to
             be
             short
             ,
             I
             will
             thus
             make
             my
             conclusion
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             toyle
             of
             Wit
             ,
             and
             the
             tryall
             of
             Reason
             .
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Ten
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             tenth
             houre
             ,
             and
             now
             preparation
             is
             to
             bée
             made
             for
             dinner
             :
             The
             Trenchers
             must
             be
             scraped
             ,
             and
             the
             Napkins
             folded
             ,
             the
             Salt
             couered
             ,
             and
             the
             Kniues
             scoured
             ,
             and
             the
             cloth
             layed
             ,
             the
             Stooles
             set
             ready
             ,
             and
             all
             for
             the
             Table
             :
             there
             must
             bee
             haste
             in
             the
             Kitchin
             for
             the
             Boyld
             and
             the
             Roste
             ,
             prouision
             in
             the
             sellar
             for
             Wyne
             ,
             Ale
             ,
             and
             Béere
             :
             The
             Pantler
             and
             the
             Butler
             must
             bée
             ready
             in
             their
             Office
             ,
             and
             the
             Usher
             of
             the
             Hall
             must
             marshall
             the
             Seruingmen
             :
             The
             Hawke
             must
             bée
             set
             on
             the
             Pearch
             ,
             and
             the
             Dogges
             put
             into
             the
             Kennell
             ,
             and
             the
             Guests
             that
             come
             to
             Dinner
             ,
             must
             bée
             inuited
             against
             the
             houre
             :
             The
             Schollers
             now
             fall
             to
             construe
             and
             parce
             ,
             and
             the
             Lawyer
             makes
             his
             Clyent
             either
             a
             Man
             or
             a
             Mouse
             :
             The
             Chapmen
             now
             draw
             home
             to
             their
             Innes
             ,
             and
             the
             Shopmen
             fall
             to
             folding
             vp
             their
             Wares
             :
             The
             Ploughman
             now
             beginnes
             to
             grow
             towards
             home
             ,
             and
             the
             Dayry
             mayd
             ,
             after
             her
             worke
             ,
             falls
             to
             clensing
             of
             her
             Uessels
             :
             The
             Cooke
             is
             cutting
             soppes
             for
             Broth
             ,
             and
             the
             Butler
             is
             chipping
             of
             loaues
             for
             the
             Table
             :
             The
             Minstrels
             beginne
             to
             goe
             towards
             the
             Tauernes
             ,
             and
             the
             cursed
             Crue
             visit
             the
             vyle
             places
             :
             In
             summe
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             of
             it
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             Messenger
             to
             the
             stomacke
             ,
             and
             the
             spirits
             recreation
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Eleuen
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             eleuenth
             houre
             ,
             children
             must
             breake
             vp
             Schoole
             ,
             Lawyers
             must
             make
             home
             to
             their
             houses
             ,
             Merchants
             to
             the
             Exchange
             ,
             and
             Gallants
             to
             the
             Ordinary
             :
             the
             Dishes
             set
             ready
             for
             the
             meat
             ,
             and
             the
             Glasses
             halfe
             full
             of
             faire
             water
             :
             Now
             the
             market
             people
             make
             towards
             their
             Horses
             ,
             and
             the
             Beggers
             begin
             to
             draw
             néere
             the
             Townes
             :
             the
             Porrage
             put
             off
             the
             fire
             ,
             is
             set
             a
             cooling
             for
             the
             Plough
             folke
             ,
             and
             the
             great
             Loafe
             ,
             and
             the
             Chéese
             are
             set
             ready
             on
             the
             Table
             :
             Colledges
             and
             Halles
             ring
             to
             Dinner
             ,
             and
             a
             Schollers
             Commons
             is
             soone
             disgested
             :
             The
             Rich
             mans
             Guests
             are
             at
             Courtsey
             ,
             and
             I
             thanke
             you
             :
             and
             the
             poore
             mans
             Feast
             is
             Welcome
             ,
             and
             God
             be
             with
             you
             :
             The
             Page
             is
             ready
             with
             his
             Knife
             and
             his
             Trencher
             ,
             and
             the
             meat
             will
             bée
             halfe
             cold
             ,
             ere
             the
             Guests
             can
             agrée
             on
             their
             places
             :
             The
             Cooke
             voides
             the
             Kitchin
             ,
             and
             the
             Butler
             ,
             the
             Buttery
             ,
             and
             the
             Seruing
             men
             stand
             all
             ready
             at
             the
             Dresser
             :
             the
             Children
             are
             called
             to
             say
             Grace
             before
             Dinner
             ,
             and
             the
             nice
             people
             rather
             looke
             then
             eate
             :
             the
             gates
             be
             loekt
             for
             feare
             of
             the
             Beggers
             ,
             and
             the
             Minstrels
             called
             in
             ,
             to
             bée
             ready
             with
             their
             Musicke
             :
             The
             pleasant
             wit
             is
             now
             breaking
             a
             Iest
             ,
             and
             the
             hungry
             man
             puts
             his
             Iawes
             to
             their
             proofe
             :
             In
             summe
             ,
             to
             conclude
             my
             opinion
             of
             it
             ,
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             Epicures
             Ioy
             ,
             and
             the
             Labourers
             ease
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Twelue
             of
             the
             Clocke
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             now
             the
             twelfth
             Houre
             ,
             the
             Sunne
             is
             at
             his
             height
             ,
             and
             the
             middle
             of
             the
             day
             ,
             the
             first
             course
             is
             serued
             in
             ,
             and
             the
             second
             ready
             to
             follow
             :
             the
             dishes
             haue
             béen
             red
             ouer
             ,
             and
             the
             reuersion
             set
             by
             :
             the
             wine
             beginnes
             to
             be
             called
             for
             ,
             and
             who
             waits
             not
             is
             chidden
             :
             talke
             passeth
             away
             time
             ,
             and
             when
             stomackes
             are
             full
             ,
             discourses
             grow
             dull
             and
             heauy
             :
             But
             after
             Fruit
             and
             Chéese
             ,
             say
             Grace
             and
             take
             away
             :
             Now
             the
             Markets
             are
             done
             ,
             the
             Exchange
             broke
             vp
             ,
             and
             the
             Lawyers
             at
             Dinner
             ,
             and
             Duke
             Humphreys
             seruants
             make
             their
             walkes
             in
             Paules
             ,
             the
             Shop
             men
             kéepe
             th●ir
             shops
             ,
             and
             their
             seruants
             goe
             to
             dinner
             :
             the
             traueller
             begins
             to
             call
             for
             a
             reckoning
             ,
             and
             goes
             into
             the
             stable
             to
             sée
             his
             Horse
             eate
             his
             prouender
             :
             The
             Plough
             man
             now
             is
             in
             the
             bottome
             of
             his
             Dish
             ,
             and
             the
             Laborer
             drawes
             out
             his
             Dinner
             out
             of
             his
             Bagge
             :
             The
             Beasts
             of
             the
             field
             take
             rest
             after
             their
             feed
             ,
             and
             the
             Birds
             of
             the
             Ayre
             are
             at
             I●ke
             in
             the
             Bushes
             :
             the
             Lambe
             lies
             sucking
             ,
             while
             the
             Ewe
             chewes
             the
             Cud
             ,
             and
             the
             Rabbet
             will
             scarce
             péepe
             out
             of
             her
             Borough
             :
             the
             Hare
             sits
             close
             asléepe
             in
             her
             muse
             ,
             while
             the
             Dogges
             sit
             waiting
             for
             a
             bone
             from
             the
             Trencher
             :
             In
             briefe
             ,
             for
             all
             I
             find
             of
             it
             ,
             I
             thus
             conclude
             in
             it
             :
             I
             hold
             it
             the
             stomacks
             pleasure
             ,
             and
             the
             spirits
             wearines
             .
          
           
             Farewell
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           Midnight
           .
        
         
           NOw
           is
           the
           Sunne
           withdrawne
           into
           his
           Bed-chamber
           ,
           the
           Windowes
           of
           Heauen
           are
           shut
           vp
           ,
           and
           silence
           with
           darknesse
           haue
           made
           a
           walke
           ouer
           the
           whole
           Earth
           ,
           and
           Time
           is
           tasked
           to
           worke
           vpon
           the
           worst
           Actions
           :
           yet
           Uertue
           being
           her selfe
           ,
           is
           neuer
           weary
           of
           well
           doing
           ,
           while
           the
           best
           spirits
           are
           studying
           for
           the
           bodies
           rest
           :
           Dreames
           and
           Uisions
           are
           the
           Haunters
           of
           troubled
           spirits
           ,
           while
           Nature
           is
           most
           comforted
           in
           the
           hope
           of
           the
           morning
           :
           the
           body
           now
           lyes
           as
           a
           dead
           lump
           ,
           while
           sleepe
           ,
           the
           pride
           of
           ease
           ,
           lulls
           the
           Senses
           of
           the
           Sloathfull
           :
           the
           tired
           Limbs
           now
           cease
           from
           their
           labours
           ,
           and
           the
           studious
           braines
           giue
           ouer
           their
           businesse
           :
           the
           Bed
           is
           now
           an
           image
           of
           the
           Graue
           ,
           and
           the
           Prayer
           of
           the
           Faithfull
           makes
           the
           Pathway
           to
           Heauen
           :
           Louers
           now
           enclose
           a
           mutuall
           content
           ,
           while
           gracious
           minds
           haue
           no
           wicked
           imaginations
           :
           Théeues
           ,
           Wolues
           ,
           and
           Foxes
           ,
           now
           fall
           to
           their
           pray
           ,
           but
           ,
           a
           strong
           locke
           ,
           and
           a
           good
           wit
           ,
           will
           aware
           much
           mischiefe
           :
           and
           he
           that
           trusteth
           in
           God
           will
           be
           safe
           from
           the
           Deuill
           .
        
         
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           Conclusion
           .
        
         
           ANd
           thus
           to
           conclude
           ,
           for
           that
           it
           growes
           late
           ,
           and
           a
           nod
           or
           two
           with
           an
           heauy
           eye
           ,
           makes
           me
           feare
           to
           proue
           a
           plaine
           Noddy
           ,
           entreating
           your
           patience
           till
           to
           morrow
           ,
           and
           hoping
           you
           will
           censure
           mildly
           of
           this
           my
           Fantasticke
           Labour
           ,
           wishing
           I
           may
           hereafter
           please
           your
           senses
           with
           a
           better
           subiect
           then
           this
           ;
           I
           will
           in
           the
           meane
           time
           pray
           for
           your
           prosperity
           ,
           and
           end
           with
           the
           English
           Phrase
           ,
           God
           giue
           you
           good
           night
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .