Season

 1 Spring| yourself with your refrain?~All souls, the bending poor and the
 2 Summer|         we bast-shod submissive souls,~With lords and their valets
 3 Summer|     appetites and to revive our souls. ~"But man O man, fail not
 4 Autumn|  bracing drinks to please their souls.~Enskys at once pulled out
 5 Autumn|       indigent and overburdened souls! ~And now that we are through
 6 Autumn|      and French ~Entangle human souls with their outlandish arts, ~
 7 Winter|         aware how many wretched souls ~Become mere beggers, when
 8 Winter| terrified, ~A few faint-hearted souls fell off their wooden seats, ~
 9 Winter|        poor; ye bast-shod weary souls; ~Ye faithful feudal serfs,
10 Winter|       man, we bent and careworn souls;~We, too, once, just like
11 Winter|         we forlorn and wretched souls,~We never know the joy of