Poem

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [Blow, blow, thou winter wind]

William Shakespeare - 1564-1616

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 does 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 . . .