by William Shakespeare

    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 . . .