Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad
That he had banisht hunger, which to-fore
Had by the belly oft him pinched sore.
Vpon his head a wreath that was enrold
With eares of corne, of euery sort he bore:
And in his hand a sickle he did holde,
To reape the ripened fruits the which the earth had yold.
Lastly, came Winter cloathed all in frize, xxxi
Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill,
Whil’st on his hoary beard his breath did freese;