«It was no summer progress. A cold coming they had of it, at this time of the year; just, the worst time of the year, to take a journey, and specially a long journey, in. The ways deep, the weather sharp, the days short, the sun farthest off in solstitio brumali, the very dead of winter.»
— Lancelot Andrewes Works, Sermons, Volume One, Sermons of the Nativity - Preached before King James, at Whitehall, on Wednesday, the Twenty-fifth of December, 1622
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