&quot;Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:<br />I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,<br />A silly sheep benighted from the fold,<br />A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.<br />Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,<br />Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;<br />Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,<br />Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.&quot;