Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not s o unkind as man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. High-ho! Sing, high-ho! Unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then high-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As a friend remembered not.
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High-ho! Sing, high-ho! Unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving ...