July

Bid me to weep and I will weep while I have eyes to see

June

See how Phyllis sweetly walks within her garden alleys

May

That age is best which is the first, when youth and blood are warmer

April

My mistress is still fair to me, and now I all those graces see

March

The rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore

February

Responsive to sylphs, in the moon beamy air

January

Whence came ye, merry Damsels! came ye!

December

Yawning and doting a whole summer long

November

Her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild

October

So play'd, so charm'd, so conquer'd, so bereft

September

Already with thee! tender is the night

August

But the notes were not sweet till you sung them

July

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams