Act II, Scene 7 from As You Like It
by William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Though thou the waters warp,
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.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember’d not.
Heigh-ho! sing, &c.
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