III.
But if thou shouldst sow late, this well may be
In all thy Slacknesse an excuse for thee:
When, in the Oakes greene arms the Cuckoe sings,
And first delights Men in the louely springs;
If much raine fall, ’tis fit then to defer
Thy sowing worke. But how much raine to beare,
And [285]let no labour, to that Much give eare:
Past intermission let Ioue steepe the grasse
Three daies together, so he do not passe