|Pray to the moon when she is round, |
Luck with you shall then abound
What you seek for shall be found
In sea or sky or solid ground.
|When the moon is at the full, |
Mushrooms you may freely pull;
But when the moon is on the wane,
Wait ere you think to pluck again!
|If the moon shows like a silver shield |
You need not be afraid to reap your field.
But, if she rises haloed 'round,
Soon we'll tread on deluged ground.
|Sowe peasons and beanes, in the wane of the moone, |
Who soweth them sooner, he soweth too soon.
That they with the planet might rest and arise,
And flourish, with bearing most plentiful wise.
|New moon, new moon, I hail thee! |
By all the virtue in thy body,
Grant this night that I may see,
He who my true love is to be.
|Olde moon in a mist |
Is worth gold in a kist (CHEAST);
But a new moon's mist
Will never lack thirst.