A hoar frost,
Third day crost,
The fourth lost.
Lancs.
Bean Sowing.
One for the mouse, one for the crow,
One to rot, one to grow.
Sow peason and beans in the wane of the moone,
Who soweth them sooner, he soweth too soon;
That they with the planet may rest and rise,
And flourish with bearing, most plentiful wise.
Tusser.