February—
Boreas's chilly breath attacks our Nature,
And turns the Presbyterian to a Quaker.
What wicked waggery is here hidden, who can tell? One thing is sure, that Februarys ought to be abolished by the General Court if such is true; for a Quaker then was an abominable thing.
March—
Phœbus and Mars conjoined do both agree,
This month shall Warm (nay, more than usual) be.
We pray that our Almanac makers will conjoin Phœbus and Mars in all our Marches hereafter, so that we too may "Warm (more than usual) be." How melodious that line!
April gives a sweet strain, possibly premature—
The Birds, like Orphans, now all things invite
To come and have Melodious, sweet delight.
Like Orphans! Why? Should Orpheus come in there, or are orphans children of Orpheus? We are perplexed. The words sound alike.
May like a Virgin quickly yields her Charms,
To the Embrace of Winter's Icy Arms.