September says—
The burthened earth abounds with various fruit,
Which doth the Epicurean's Palate Suit.
It is to be hoped these wicked Epicureans got no more than their share, and that church members were not converted to the heathen philosophy by such baits.
October—
The Tyrant Mars old Saturn now opposes,
Which stirs up Feuds and may make bloody Noses.
October then was the fighter's month. This begins nobly, but ends waggishly.
November—
Now what remains to Comfort up our lives,
But Cordial Liquor and kind, loving Wives?
"Comfort up," that is good. But the Cordial Liquor is doubtful; and then are there no girls in the sweet bloom of maidenhood left to Comfort up our lives? Sad indeed!
December closes up—