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Dat Clemens hyemem, dat Petrus ver cathedratus ;
The continual succession of Seasons in the human life, by daily presenting to us new scenes, render it agreeable, and, like those of the year, afford us delights by their change, which the choicest of them could not give us by their continuance. In the Spring of life, the gilding of the sunshine, the verdure of the fields, and the variegated paintings of the sky, are so exquisite in the eyes of infants, at their first looking abroad into a new world, as nothing, perhaps, afterwards can equal : the heat and vigour of the succeeding Summer of youth ripens for us new pleasures, the blooming maid, the nightly revel, and the jovial chase : the serene Autumn of complete manhood feasts us with the golden harvest of our worldly pursuits; nor is the hoary Winter of old age destitute of its peculiar comforts and enjoyments, of which the recollection and relation of those past, are, perhaps, none of the least : and, at last, Death opens to us a new prospect, from whence we shall, probably, look back upon the diversions and occupations of this world, with the same contempt we do now upon our tops and hobbyhorses, and with the same surprise, that they could ever so much entertain or engage us.-Jenyns.
Behind the glowing wheels
Six jocund Seasons dance,
Alternate they advance,
While buxom Nature feels
Each Month a constellation fair,
Knit in youthful wedlock, holds ;
A canopy of woven air.--Sir Wm. Jones.
O Winter, ruler of th’inverted year,
Cauld blew the bitter-biting north
Amid the storm,
Thy tender form.
Under the Protection of Juno.
Annue, purpureâque veni perlucida palla:
Ter tibi fit libo, ter, dea casta, mero.--Tibullus.
HAIL, wedded love! mysterious law, true source
Mine eye yet fixed on Heaven's unchanging clime,
With inward stillness, and submitted mind;
When lo ! its folds far waving on the wind, I saw the train of the DEPARTING YEAR!
Starting from my silent sadness
Then, with no unholy madness, Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight, I raised the impetuous song, and solemnized his flight.
Upon an huge great earth-pot steane he stood.-Spenser.
IF then, Young Year! thou need'st must come,
We fear, but 'tis thy company :
Be seen among thy train :
Nor let thy livery be
Ask me why I send you here
Ask me why I send to you
I will whisper to your ears,
Ask me why this flower doth shew
Ask me why the stalk is weak
I will answer, these discover
The shepherds on the lawn,
Or e'er the point of dawn,
That the mighty Pan
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,