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,
That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember’d not.
Heigh-ho! sing, &c.
From As You Like It
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