We are brought into this world cold, weak, and helpless. Then it gets worse. — Christopher Titus Copy Share Image
Lastly came Winter cloathed all in frize, Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freese, And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill As from a limebeck did adown… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
