Whose hides their fleeces line with highest proofe;
Euen Oxe-hides also want expulsive stuffe,
And bristled goates, against his bitter gale:
He blowes so colde, he beates quite through them all.
Onely with silly sheep it fares not so;
For they each summer [299]fleec’t, their [300]fells so growe,
[301]They shield all winter crusht into his winde.
He makes the olde Man trudge for life, to finde
Shelter against him; but he cannot blast
The tender and the delicately grac’t