July 1 Edmund Spenser


Then came hot July, boiling like to fire,
That all his garments he had cast away;
Upon a lion raging yet with ire
He boldly rode, and made him to obey:
It was the beast that whilom did foray
The Nemaean forest, till the Amphitrionide
Him slew, and with his hide did him array:
Behind his back a scythe, and by his side.
Under his belt he bore a sickle circling wide.LION photo