From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks
A Song to Be Sung behind the Stove

OLD Winter is the man for me—
  Stout-hearted, sound, and steady;
Steel nerves and bones of brass hath he:
  Come snow, come blow, he ’s ready!

If ever man was well, ’t is he;
  He keeps no fire in his chamber,
And yet from cold and cough is free...