"If the sun turn from us and shorten day, Earth all its beauties from the sight doth hide;
The wild winds howl, and snows and ice convey;
Bird sings not; nor is leaf or flower espied.
So, whensoever thou thy gladsome ray, O my fair sun, from me dost turn aside, A thousand, and all evil, dreads, make drear Winter within me many times a year.
