Classic Poem

[March]
A Coal-white Bird appeares this spring
That neither cares to sigh or sing.
This when the merry Birds espy,
They take her for some enemy.
Why so, when as she humbly stands
Only to shake you by your hands?
[April]

That which hath neither tongue nor wings
This month how merrily it sings:
To see such, out for dead who lay
To cast their winding sheets away?
Freinds! would you live? some pils then take
When head and stomack both doe ake.
[May]

White Coates! whom choose you! whom you list:
Some Ana-tolleratorist:
Wolves, lambs, hens, foxes to agree
By setting all opinion-free:
If Blew-coates doe not this prevent,
Hobgoblins will be insolent.
[June]

Who dig'd this spring of Gardens here,
Whose mudded streames at last run cleare?
But why should we such water drink?
Give loosers what they list to think,
Yet know, one God, one Faith profest
To be New-Englands interest.
[July]

The wooden Birds are now in sight,
Whose voices roare, whose wings are white,
Whose mawes are fill'd with hose and shooes,
With wine, cloth, sugar, salt and newes,
When they have eas'd their stomacks here
They cry, farewell untill next yeare.
[August]

Many this month I doe fore-see
Together by the eares will bee:
Indian and English in the field
To one another will not yeild.
Some weeks continue wil this fray,
Till they be carted all away.
[September]

Four heads should meet and counsell have,
The chickens from the kite to save,
The idle drones away to drive,
The little Bees to keep i' th hive.
How hony m[a]y be brought to these
By making fish to dance on trees.
[October]

If discontented Bellyes shall
Wish that the highest now might fall:
Their wish fulfilled they shall see,
Whenas within the woods they bee.
Poor Tinker think'st our shrubs will sing:
The Bramble here shall be our King.
[November]

None of the wisest now will crave
To know what winter we shall have.
It shall be milde, let such be told.
If that it be not over cold.
Nor over cold shall they it see,
If very temperate it bee
[December]

It maybe now some enemy--
Not seen, but felt, will make you fly.
Where is it best then to abide:
I think close by the fier side.
If you must fight it out i' th field,
Your hearts let wollen breast-plates shield.
[January]

Great bridges shall be made alone
Without ax, timber, earth or stone,
Of chrystall metall, like to glasse;
Such wondrous works soon come to passe,
If you may then have such a way,
The Ferry-man you need not pay.
[February]

Our Lillyes which refus'd to spin
All winter past, shall now begin
To feel the lash of such a Dame,
Whom some call Idlenes by name.
Excepting such who all this time
Had reason good against my rime.