Season

1 Spring| fashion baby-dolls of hurden rags and clouts, ~And leaning
2 Spring|     their dolls in swaddling rags ~And stick them in the crib,
3 Spring|      bare or in the shame of rags. ~For then our feudal boors,
4 Summer|    food, ~And wearing filthy rags creeps down the village
5 Summer|    mess you'll gather in old rags? ~Have pity and cause not
6 Summer|    as yet suffice for sundry rags and clouts, ~But will be
7 Autumn|   rich in silks, the poor in rags, shed bitter tears, ~And
8 Autumn|     nook,~Or swaddled in old rags and laid on the hard straw,~
9 Autumn|     of boards, tied with old rags and bast ~To the decaying