Season

 1 Spring|     you always hide,~And only late at night resort to your
 2 Summer|      abject even to see. ~Our late lamented squire would never
 3 Summer|      know how he each year is late to do his work, ~Like a
 4 Summer|     en the rustics blush; ~Of late the rugged boors engage
 5 Autumn|     and drink and dance.. ~Of late it fell to me to take a
 6 Autumn|        Now, you have heard of late how indiscreet Docys, ~By
 7 Autumn|   among Lithuanians, too, ~Of late, Lithuanian rogues and infidels
 8 Winter|      en the beasts of wood of late have disappeared. ~So as
 9 Winter|       you report each morning late for work,~And then you hardly
10 Winter|    how the good foresters ~Of late complain about the mischief
11 Winter| lashed, because they returned late, ~And thereby made him suffer
12 Winter|       by the will of God, our late beloved squire, ~By his