"'Twas now the month in which the world began (If March beheld the first created man;) And since the vernal equinox, the sun In Aries twelve degrees, or more, had run; When casting up his eyes against the light, Both month, and day, and hour, he measured right, And told more truly than the Ephemeris; For art may err, but nature cannot miss. Thus numbering times and seasons in his breast, His second crowing the third hour confessed."