XX) OF METEOROLOGICAL CHAP. 10. 1. 



The custom is still preserved in many parts 

 of England, of going about with flowery 

 garlands early on May Morning, and begging 



We fly the Dog Star's burning heate, 



Which cannot reach our green retreate. 



While Zephyr, with light wispering breeze, 



Softly dances in the trees ; 



And, upon his muskie wing, 



Doth a thousand odours bring 



From the blomie mead below, 



Where Cowslips sweet and Daisies blow ; 



And from out her grassie bed 



The Harebell hangs her nodding head ; 



Hard bye, some purling stream beside, 



Where limpid waters gently glide, 



Iris shows her painted woof 



Of variegated hues, windproof. 



And with Water Lillies there, 



The Nymphs and Naids braid the haire ; 



And from out their leafie haunt, 



The Birdes most melodious chant. 



Then, sweet nymph, at eventide, 



Let us roam the broke beside, 



While the lovelorn Nightingale 



Sadlie sings the woods ymel, 



Till the Bittern's booming note 



O'er the sounding marshes flote, 



And the ominous Owls do crie, 



While luckless Bats are flitting bye, 



Then before the midnight houre, 



When ghostlie Sprites and Pizgies coure, 



