short'ned

Updated: May 17, 2025

This time warm cloaths, full diet, and good fires, Our pinched flesh, and hungry marres requires; Old cold, dry Age, and Earth Autumn resembles, And Melancholy which most of all dissembles. I must be short, and shorts the short'ned day, What winter hath to tell, now let him say. Now Toes and Ears, and Fingers often freeze, And Travellers their noses sometimes leese.

Helen Campbell - Anne Bradstreet and Her Time