CHAP. 4. 8. OP PROGNOSTICKS. 167 



March in Janiveer, Janiveer in March I fear. 

 March hack ham, comes in like a lion, goes out 



like a lamb. 



A bushel of March dust is worth a king's ransom. 

 March grass never did good. 



A windy March, and a showery April, make a 

 beautiful May. 



A March wisher is never a good fisher. 

 March wind and May sun, make clothes white 

 and maids dun. 



So many frosts in March, so many in May 



March many weathers. 



March birds are best. 



April showers bring forth May flowers. 



In April the cuckoo show his bill. 



In May he sing night and day. 



In June he change his tune. 



In July away he fly. 



In August away he must. 



Chaucer writes in his Canterbury tales : 



When that Aprilis with her showery soote 



The droughte of March had pierced to the roote. 



When April blows his horn, it's good both for 



hay and corn. 

 A cold April the barn will fill. 



