Season

 1 Spring|      an angel in heav'n. ~But friend, Lithuanians are crafty
 2 Spring|     Krizas came along. ~'Say, friend,' I said to him, 'What do
 3 Spring|    you. ~And so, my grumbling friend, be thankful to your God, ~
 4 Summer|       to death? ~You know, my friend, 'tis tough to labor in
 5 Summer|  words and will? ~Mark me, my friend, I am of old and hoary age; ~
 6 Summer|     of learned Bleberis, ~"My friend, think not that just our
 7 Autumn|      the girls. ~But hark, my friend, what later these deceivers
 8 Autumn|   used to mix among them as a friend, ~I had no fear of rich
 9 Autumn|          And be not irked, my friend, if I still add a word.~
10 Autumn|    knife, ~"My tender-hearted friend, why do you prate and frown? ~
11 Autumn| chills the hearts of men. ~My friend, for this old knife, this
12 Autumn|      with Slunkius, your vile friend, ~You both should be ashamed
13 Autumn|      way, as your trustworthy friend,~I've told you straight
14 Winter|  Frenchman does. ~You too, my friend, ere you became the chief