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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
From Hymnes of Astraea, in Acrosticke Verse: To the Month of September
By Sir John Davies (1570–1626)
E ach month hath praise in some degree;
L et May to others seem to be
I n sense the sweetest Season;
S eptember thou art best to me,
A nd best doth please my reason.        5
B ut neither for thy corn nor wine
E xtol I those mild days of thine,
T hough corn and wine might praise thee;
H eaven gives thee honour more divine,
A nd higher fortunes raise thee.        10
R enown’d art thou (sweet month) for this,
E mong thy days her birth-day is;
G race, plenty, peace and honour
I n one fair hour with her were born;
N ow since they still her crown adorn,        15
A nd still attend upon her.

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