June’s and Final Insights
And after her, came jolly June arrayed All in green leaves, as he a player were; Yet in his time, he wrought as well as played […].
And after her, came jolly June arrayed All in green leaves, as he a player were; Yet in his time, he wrought as well as played […].
And after him, came next the chill December: Yet he through merry feasting which he made, And great bonfires, did not the cold remember.
Next was November, he full gross and fat, As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; For he had been a-fatting hogs of late, That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam.
Next him, September […] heavy laden with the spoil Of harvest’s riches, which he made his boot, And him enriched with bounty of the soil.