CHAP. 4. 8. OF PROGNOSTICKS. 169 



No tempest, good July, lest corn come offblue by. 

 Dry August and warm, doth harvest no harm. 

 If the twenty fourth of August be fair and clear,* 

 Then hope for a prosperous autumn that year. 

 September, blow soft, 'till the fruit's in the loft. 

 Good October, a good blast, 

 To blow the hog acorn and mast. 

 November take flail, let ships no more sail. 

 When the wind's in the East, it's neither good 

 for man nor beast. 



When the wind's in the South, it's in the rain's 

 mouth. 



When the wind's in the South, 



It blows the bait into the fishes' mouth. 



No weather is ill, if the wind be still. 

 A hot May makes a fat churchyard. 



When the sloetree is as white as a sheet, 

 Sow your barley whether it be dry or wet. 



A green winter makes a fat churchyard. 



Hail brings frost in the tail. 



A snow year, a rich year. 



Winter's thunder's summer's wonder. 



* St. Bartholomew. 



