Cease your squabbling; I advise

Cease your squabbling; I advise You settle this affair by compromise. Out of the four, you NATURE, have three seasons, Which for your full content are three good reasons. From Spring to Winter yours the smiling earth, When fruits and flow'rs by miriads rush to birth. But sure the fourth sad quarter, when they sleep, Die in their beds, or only wake to weep; When you yourself with cold are half expiring, And half your works are only fit for firing; Three dismal months, I trust, you'll not deny To her who can your loss so well supply. Work then like sisters, lovingly together, You take the smiling, she the frowning weather; When frost and snow benumbs the wonted pow'rs, Let one supply the roots, and one the flow'rs. United thus, in love and friendship dear, You'll make between you—Summer all the year!