CAUGHT AT CATCHING.
WEATHER.
The
Weather-Prophet,
foiled,
doth loudly
vow,
Gentle Sport.
though
wrong before,
I'm sure I've
hit it now;
To angle o' April! Shame and wicked deed,
Debarr'd, like March, from Anglo-Saxon lad;
Nor May net profit must the fisher heed,
For bad it is, and so it is for-bad!
In these—the fence months—'tis offence: for men