Sad spectacles enough you might behold
Who felt th’ effect of this prodigious cold;
But God who is most righteous, good, and just,
Will them preserve who in him put their trust;
And when their dangers greatest seem to be,
Blest be his name, he then doth sit them free.
Then let us all, while we have time and breath,
Be still prepar’d to meet with pale-fac’d death.
That when he comes we need not be afraid,
Nor at his dart be frighted or dismaid;