Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
Sir John Davies (15701626)From Hymnes of Astraea, in Acrosticke Verse: To the Month of September
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.
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.
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,
A nd still attend upon her.