The ninth of February, the sunne enters into Pisces, Or the signe of the two fishes. Pisces. February

Now snow, and raine, and hayle, and slauering fleete,
(The Delphean God hath suckt from sea and land.
With exhalations) on the earth they greet:
Powr'd downe by Iris liberall hand,
If foule fac'd February keepe touch.
He makes the toyling Plowmans prouerbe right;
By night, by day, by little and by much,
It fils the ditch, with either blacke or white
And as the hard coed butting Ram
At setting forth was Tytans dayntiest dish:
So to conclude his feasting with a messe of fish.
And long in Pisces he doth not remaine,
But leaues the fish, and fals to flesh againe.