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.