Now does frail April come peeping ^neath her 

 clouds, bursting with promises that seldom are 

 fulfilled; she sporteth with our humour, and 

 seems, as 'twere, to laugh at the temptation 

 oft put forth; thus will she lure the haughty 

 dame to wander in serenity and sunshine, when 

 on a sudden, far removed from home, the o'er- 

 charged vapour of some lurking mist, will jeering 

 drive the angered' wanderer back as if in 

 mockery of her conceit. 



This touches worldly life; those who must 

 dress, appear in the last costume, and keep the 

 house, if fashion's not abroad, while those 

 who joy not as we do, seek shelter from the 

 shower, and back return to home, thinking 

 the seasons altered every year. Poor mortals ! 

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