┌─────────────┬───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │1836.] │ OCTOBER. │ ├─────────────┼───────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ │The sum of Summer is cast at last, │ │ │And carried to Wintry season, │ │ │And the frighten'd _leaves_ are _leaving_ us fast; │ │ │If they stayed it would be _high trees-on_. │ │ │The sheep, exposed to the rain and drift, │ │ │Are left to all sorts of _wethers_, │ │ │And the ragged young birds must _make a shift_, │ │ │Until they can get new feathers. │ ├──┬──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┬────────────┤ │ M│ Season's │ =Odd Matters.= │ WEATHER. │ │ D│ Signs. │ │ │ ├──┼──────────┼──────────────────────────────────────────┼────────────┤ │ 1│Now │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│heroes │ "ST CRISPIN'S DAY." │ moweth │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│bold │ AN ECLOGUE. │ his grass, │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 4│in │ CORDWAINERIUS. │ ♀ ♃ ⊕ ♎ ♐ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 5│leather │ARISE, COBBLERIUS, cast thy awl away, │ │ │ │ │The sun is up, and 'tis SAINT CRISPIN'S │ when he │ │ │ │ DAY. │ │ │ 6│breeches │Leave vulgar snobs to mend plebeian soles,│ │ │ │ │For you and I will jollify, by goles! │should leave│ │ 7│do │ │ │ │ │ │ COBBLERIUS. │ them │ │ 8│leap │ │ │ │ │ │A seedy poet, lodging next the sky, │ │ │ 9│o'er │Came yesternight, entreating me to try │ ♉ ☍ ♈ ♀ │ │ │ │And mend his _understanding_ by the noon; │ │ │10│five │When that is done, I'm yours for a blue │ │ │ │ │ moon. │ │ │ │ │ │ standing; │ │11│barred │ CORDWAINERIUS. │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │12│gates │Then while you cobble, let us chaunt a │ ♒ ☿ ♊ ♍ ☽ │ │ │ │ stave: │ │