Autumne.
3
The West, as a father, all goodnes doth bring,
The East, a [forbearer], no manner of thing:
The South, as vnkind, draweth sicknesse too neere,
The North, as a friend, maketh all againe cleere.
God is the gouerner of winde and weather.
4
With temperate winde we be blessed of God,
With tempest we finde we are beat with his rod:
All power we knowe to remaine in his hand,
How euer winde blowe, by sea or by land.
5
Though windes doe rage, as windes were [wood],
And cause spring tydes to raise great flood,
And loftie ships leaue [anker] in mud,[E65]
Bereafing many of life and of blud;
Yet true it is, as cow chawes cud,
And trees at spring doe yeeld forth bud,
Except winde stands as neuer it stood,
It is an ill winde turnes none to good.[E66]