March hack harm, Comes in like a lion. goes out like a lamb.

March borrowed from Averill, three days and they were ill.
The first it sall be snaw an sleet
The neist it sall be rain an weet
the last it sall be sia a frreeze,
Sall gar the birds stick to the trees.

March'll Search ye, april try ye.
May'll tell, whether live or die ye.