Upon the Extream winters Cowld and hopes of a future Spring

The winter fierce with Could doth rage and blowe
Whilst evry herbe lies Candide now in snowe
The milk white fields a Thousand sparks have on'um
When Phebus casts a radiant smile upon'um
And tam'de through Cowld floods run not now but stand
All waters yeild to Ice that bears command
The Leavy wood hath its proud head soe dight
With fleesy locks which render it all white
That neither Aged Oake nor prickly Brears
Can challenge now precedency in years
The wood alike all Owld in hoary layers
But when the Spring its Uthfull Season brings
And with't restores both heat and life to things
The purple Vilet, Couslip and the rest
Peep forth and clayme each one its interest
In this new change; The Marygould likewise
And Melilot offer their sacrefise
Then will the pleasant Grove repaired be
That lookt soe wan in new green livery
Soe aptly doth the year by months provide
That evry Season should be dignefide.