Season

1 Spring|        And over and again say selfsame silly things. ~The children
2 Spring|      Do not our silly tots do selfsame naughty things?' ~'The boorish
3 Spring|    much of that. ~And oft the selfsame fate befalls us too, my
4 Spring|     molded crust, ~And out of selfsame pools with oxen get our
5 Summer|       gay birds have suffered selfsame fate.~The cuckoo's sad refrain,
6 Autumn| themselves alike, ~And in the selfsame way are wiped off with a
7 Winter|       sunshine or grim rain, ~Selfsame attire you wear through