作曲 : Henry Purcell
作词 : Thomas Betterton
Now Winter comes slowly, 
Pale, Meager, and 
Old,First trembling with 
Age, and then quiv'ring with 
Cold;Benum'd with hard 
Frosts, and with 
Snow cover'd o'er,
Prays the 
Sun to Restore him, and 
Sings as before.