I didn't make this, but I'm absolutely infatuated by it.

It's by Henry Purcell in King Arthur, a semi-opera


What power art thou, who from below
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting snow?
See'st thou not how stiff and wondrous old
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold,
I can scarcely move or draw my breath?
Let me, let me freeze again to death.