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Then came old January, wrapped well

In many weeds to keep the cold away;

Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell,

And blowe his nayles to warm them if he may;

For they were numbed with holding all the day

An hatchet keene, with which he felled wood,

And from the trees did lop the needlesse spray;

Upon an huge great Earth-pot Steane he stood,

From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane flood.

     — Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599)