The thirteenth of Iuly the sunne enters into Leo, or the Lion. Leo, Iuly

The worlds eye daz'ler in his fiery race,
Doth at the Lion lodge his vntam'd steeds:
And now the ripening yeere begins apace
To show Dame Tellus, procreatiue seeds.
For as from man, mans generation breeds,
So by manuring of our Grandam Earth,
Are brought forth fruits, and flowers, and hearbs, & weeds
To shield ingratefull man from pining dearth.
The dogged dogge daies now with heate doth swealt,
And now's the season, of th'vnseasn'd ayre:
When burning feauers make the patient melt,
Whose heate the Doctors hardly can repaire:
For why these currish daies are fatall still,
And where they chance to byte, they vse to kill.