To a frend from Apthorp in a great Snow

How we fare if you would know
That are now Condemnd to Snow
Frozen up in Winters Geaile
Without or mainprize or Baile
On the Peak high summer 'tis
All the year in shew of this
And Compard to it alone
Scithia's in the Torrid Zone
Noe couler seen nor other die
But Caucasus white Livery
The Grampion or the Lomans Coat
Or night cap of owld Cheveot
Wherwith invested we advance
The Pole starrs Badg and Cognisance
And Like his Minstrels doe retire
To the good Ale and Tost and fire
Whence bannishing all Discontent
Each one tunes up his Instrument
And playes soe well that we forget
The seasons Could amidst such heat.