Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly; Most friends is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Thou thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing ... &c. Shakespeare, As You Like It, III, 2, 174-190. HT apr97
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