BIFRONS JANUS 〈…〉 OR, SMALL TOKENS for the Old-Year, and LITTLE GIFTS for the New▪ 
Designed to Kiss the Hand  
Of any at Sea, or Land,  
Who English understand,   By the Author of A Notion for the Ocean. — Ita vertere seriae ludo. 

OLD Tusser's and Young EHMAMP's two Money-Catches,  
Or, if you will, two Silver-Watches,  
Which, without mending, go about  
Every month of th' Year throughout,  
T. Think it is no slavery to get a penny savourly.  
E. A mighti Monie-Rule it is for ever and for aye,  
Always receiv before Thu write and write before Thu pai.   

MARCH  
March is a month to purge and to let blood,  
And Sweet meats now and drinks are very good,  
And learned Physicians would be understood.  
As mad as is any March-Hare,  
Are words that very common are:  
An old saying it is, but 'tis very handsome,  
A bushel of March-dust is worth a King's Ransom.  
Of this saying which abroad doth go most sure I am,  
March cometh in like a Lion and goes out like a Lamb.  
Say we not March-winds and May-Sun,  
Make linen white, and fair Maids dun?  
Of March-winds some say this (besides,) March-wind will run through 9 Bull-hides  
On 〈◊〉 David's day Put barley in clay: What's here? March-beer.  
When March borrows of April, three days then those three are ill.   

APRIL  
Causes of sickness now remove. Aprii to all men cry's in love;  
For now the Body-pores being open, Extreme diseases see some hope  
This Rule by heart in gardening get, Sow ever dry, set ever wet,  
While some foe's think of fair, or Fairies,  
Good Housewives now think of their Daries.  
April-skuds bring May buds. April-showers bring May-flowers.   

MAY  
No Garden now, or Hedge but it is good, To give the body Physic, or else food.  
The Fields and Gardens walk and walk again; And from all salt, or hot meats quite refrain.  
Sick-man, Cheer up, Climb up Mayhill, And longer 't may be live you will:  
Hark what Field-Musick Birds do bring, Church-music is no better thing.  
What do you think? what do you say? Nought of the very month of May?  
Dread a windy May and hot, Churchyards fat makes it not?  
Let May come early or late, It makes the Cow to quate.  
O what a clutter, About May- butter!   

JUNE.  
'Tis death, o'th' ground rashly to lie, or sweat,  
Or swill, or feed on gross and heavy meat.  
Stilling of Roses now's in season, As Verses without Rhyme, or Reason  
Syrups and Conserus now're in prime, This month they're made, this is the time.  
Now they talk to some tune, As fresh as a Rose in June.   

JULY.  
Cold Baths and cooling herbs are much commended,  
Till Dog-days furious heat is fully ended.  
Yet for to vouch, in Rivers now to swim,  
More wholesome is then Baths, will prove no whim.   

Gall, Rue and Wormwood, gotten with great ease,  
Strewed on your floors are found to kill the fleas:  
A sort of black-coats all for shift and shark:  
One called them Demi-Devils in the dark.   

AUGUST.  
Use this month less than usually to eat,  
And slip away from sleep now after meat  
And sudden cold take heed of after-heat.   

SEPTEMBER.  
The Year declining to provide remember,  
Your Winter-garments in this month September;  
And put them loosely on too, to prevent  
What else, believe it, after you'll repent.   

Thi●ty days hath September,  
April, Juneand November:  
February twenty eight alone,  
But all the other thirty one.  
Or thus mysticly but prettily.  
March up your thumb, forefinger down, Ringfinger down likewise,  
The months all come wh'ave thirty one Perkt up before your eyes.   

OCTOBER.  
In October clad thee well,  
If on Earth you long would dwell,  
To the Tailor this Tale tell,  
Now his Physic bear's the Bell.  
— And to conclude,— The Lord Mayor's day's next Simon and Judas.  
Look the whole world through-in, throughout and it all round,  
No Nation, Civ'tie, King, or Lord, like Our, is sound.   

NOVEMBER.  
This month an End of Physic make,  
And 'xcept great need▪ till March, none take  
Yet take care that dry go your feet  
Else Rheums and Colds will with you meet.  
The fifth of November, Sure all will remember,   

DECEMBER.  
To be born for himself a man will scorn,  
Think then; who, this month for us all was Born?  
Think on the Manger too: I●le say no more,  
To make thee, i● rich, Give dole at thy door.    

At Christtide, A Cock-Stride.  
The Ever Memorable NATIVITY-HYMN.  

ALL this Night shrill Chaunticler, Day's Proclaiming Trumpeter,  
Clap's his wings, and loudly cry's, Mortals, Mortals, ' wake, Arise,  
From the Earth is risen a Sun, Shines at night tho' day be done.  
Awake, O earth, ' wake every thing; ' Wake and hear she News I bring.  
‛ Wake and joy for all this Night; Heaven and every twinkling light.  
All amazing, still stand gazing, Angels, Powers, and all that be,  
Awake and joy the Sun to see.   

Hail, O Sun, of blessed light, Sent into this world by night;  
Let thy Rays and heavenly Powers, Shine in these dark souls of ours;  
For most duty, thou art truly, God and Man I do confess,  
Hail, O Sun of righteousness.    

JANUARY. EHMAMPI Strena Or, His New-Year's Gift.  

The Snake itself casts off it skin, And will not Thu th' old man within,  
That Man without a Navel, He Will else both liv and Lord in thee,  
Which Lording life will doubls doubls so, As no tongue can express Thour wo.  
Thrice happis yet, if quitting sin, Thu Newborn the New-year begin;  
And, Christian Reader, that Thu it Both surer mai and sooner quit.  
Cgno, judge, believe't a sin not littl, To think a sin small were't a tittl.   

At Twelfth-Tide, an Hour-Wide.  
Lo, here the Wisemen precious Gifts dispense,  
To Christ and Mary, Gold, Myrrh, Frankincense;  
So much astonished at this glorious thing,  
A Maid at once to bear God, Man and King.   

EHmampi Specimen, or, his essay on the same.  
Gold, Myrrh, and Franckincens, here th' Magis bring  
To Christ the Babe and Marie it suckling:  
The Maiden-Mather's 'maz'd, her ehast Womb can,  
Hap at once th' Honours to bear God, King, Man.   

In Janiveer Pots freeze by th' Fire.  
If the Good wife knew what it were, To eat a Hen in Janiveer,  
She would leave but one in her stock, If that, t' accompany the Cock.  
In January 'tis not good, Without great need for to let blood,  
And wondrous shy be to take cold, For Rheums and Colds are now too bold.  
The last of January but one, True English bearss did bleed and groan.    


FEBRUARY.  
Of February-Physick be thou wary, And of warm Air 'cause it doth vary.  
If Phoebus shine when Mary is purified, More Frost look, after than before, t'abide  
February Fill-Dike, With black or White, The Rhime's wrong, but Reason's right.   Omnium Pulvis, aut Cinis. 
FINIS   

LONDON, Printed in the Year 1673/4.