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1 " Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,All as I were through the body gryde.My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,As doen high Towers in an earthquake:They wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tailes,Perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales. "
― Edmund Spenser , The Shepherd's Calendar: Twelve Aeglogues Proportionable To The Twelve Months (1898)
