Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Being Winter

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

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, &c.

-- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 1600


Brosreview said...

Excellent! Uh, do I have to write that?

Judith Ellis said...

It is excellent indeed. I understand the question. It is after all Shakespeare. But many times you still have to say what already exists; you are compelled to state the obvious, eh?