William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
136. Blow, blow, thou Winter Wind
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112 words

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, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:         Then heigh ho, the holly!         This life is most jolly.

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William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
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