The 11. of Aprill he comes into Taurus, or the Signe of the Bull. Taurus

Hiperion Now's remou'd vnto the Bull,
And seemes all hid in Mists and watry bowres:
Till woolsacke seeming cloudes are bursting full,
And then he glides the Aire with golden showres.
He shines, he hides, he smiles and then he lowers,
Now glorious glowing, and straight darkned dim:
He's now obscur'd and now his beames out-powres,
As skies are cleare, or thicketwixt vs and him.
Thus all the Aprill, at bopecpe he plaies,
Incircling daily the Rotundious spheare.
And at the Bull he hides his glistring raies,
Till ayre is purgde of clowdes, and skies are cleare.
Then he the head-strong Taurus soone forsakes,
And to his Summer progresse haste he makes.