The Four Seafons. 177
For then In Eden was not only feen,
Boughs full of leaves, or fruits unripe or^' green,
Or withered flocks, which were' all dry and dead,
But trees with goodly fruits repleniflied;
Which fhews nor Summer, Winter nor the Spring
Our Grand-Sire^ was of Paradice made King:
Nor could that temp'rate Clime fuch difference make,
If fcited as the moll Judicious take/"
Odober is my next, we hear in this
The Northern winter-blafts begin to hifs.
In Scorpio refideth now the Sun, V^^A
And his declining heat is almoft done.
The fruitlefs '■ Trees all withered now do Hand,
Whofe faplefs yellow leavs, by winds are fan'd,
Which notes when youth and ftrength have pall their
prime Decrepit age muft alfo have its time. The Sap doth flily creep towards the Earth There refts, until the Sun give it a birth. So doth old Age ftill tend unto his grave, Where alfo he his winter time muft have; But when the Sun of righteoufnefs draws nigh. His dead old Itock, fhall mount again on high. November is my lall, for Time doth hafte, We now of winters Iharpnefs 'gins to taft.
but raw, and. «' '• which were" is not in the first edition.
j Great Adam. k These two lines are not in the first edition.