MAY.
This Month reigns Beauteous Goddess of the Spring; And to its Beauty does kind Nature bring, Lovers, in Fields, will enter into Leagues, And blooming Hedges hide their sweet Intrigues.
MOst Damsels, who, on the first of this Month, rise by Five a Clock in the Morning, to ramble into Woods a Maying, had best ease themselves of a heavy bur∣then they are glad to be rid of, and leave their Maidenheads behind 'em, that they may go out the lighter Housewives; for those that carry it with 'em, for fear it should be lost, will have as hard a matter to bring it home again, with∣out scattering on't under some Hedge or other, as they would have to carry half a Pound of Butter under each Arm-pit, without melting on't before they came back again.
On the same Day, and the next following, Milk-maids will put on their double-soal'd Dancing-shooes, in contempt of Spanish Leather Pumps; and will be loaded with so much Plate upon their Heads, that if their Heels should chance to run away with it, they would ruin as many Families as the breaking of the Bank of England, or shuting up of the Ex∣chequer. Much sweating of Udders, and rigling of plump Buttocks before every bodies Door that has but a Milk-sop in their Family; and most laborious scraping amongst blind Fidlers, to no Tune, till the second Day be over.