March: 2. went with all my little ones to my Lady Honywoods , came home that night, the season cold, seed time so backward that little soft corn is sown, and hard corn not come up, upon the ground, die 3: it snowed exceedingly, the lord think upon us in mercy, and do not in all things fight against us to pine us, and consume us: but though there should be no food yet will I through his grace rejoice in him, and trusting in him wait for him.