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