To crystallize the Baltic Ocean;
To glaze the lakes, and bridle up the floods,
And periwig with wool the baldpate woods,
Our grandsire shrinking, 'gan to shake and shiver,
His teeth to chatter, and his beard to shiver:
Spying therefore a flock of muttons coming,
(Whose freeze-clad bodies feel not winter's mumming,)
He takes the fairest, and he knocks it down,
Then by good hap, finding upon the down,
A sharp great fish-bone, which long time before