Bee

Saturday, July 7, 2007

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 friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then, heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly!


Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

Thou dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then, heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly!


SHAKESPEARE.

FROM "AS YOU LIKE IT," ACT II. SC. 7.