Good gardener mine,
Make garden fine,
Set garden pease,
And beans if ye please.
Set respis and rose,
Young roots of those.
Who now sows oats
Gets gold and groats.
Who sows in May,
Gets little that way.
Tusser.
A kindly good January freezeth pot by the fire.
O Winter! wilt thou never—never go!
O Summer! but I weary for thy coming!
David Gray.