The wind at north or east
Is neither good for man nor beast;
So never think to cast a clout,
Until the end of May be out.
THE MOON
There was a thing a full month old,
When Adam was no more;
But ere that thing was five weeks old
Adam was years five score.
FROM POOR ROBIN’S ALMANAC
1808
SPRING
About the seasons of the year,
Astrologers may make a fuss;
But this I know, that spring is here,
When I can cut asparagus.