Bright and breezy is the dawn, and soft the balmy air;
Summer, 'tis the breath of Heaven, 'tis God's own gracious smile.
From Victor Hugo.
The nightingale and the cuckow both grow hoarse at the rising of Sirius the dogge star.
Not rend off, but cut off ripe bean with a knife,
For hindering stalk of her vegetive life.
So gather the lowest, and leaving the top,
Shall teach thee a trick for to double thy crop.