Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
Act II, Scene 7 from As You Like It by William Shakespeare (1600)
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.
I have just one word for the weather we've had for the past few weeks: BRRRRRR.
I'll stop complaining and put on my boots, hat, mittens, snow pants and down coat so I can head over to Amy's place in upstate New York. I have a feeling that we don't really know what cold is compared to the cold they have there! The Poetry Friday roundup is at the Poem Farm this week!
The schedule of roundup hosts for the first six months of 2011 is almost completely filled. Hosts are still needed on
- December 31, 2010 TAKEN!! Thanks, Carol!
- January 21, 2011 TAKEN!! Thanks, Tara!
- February 25, 2011 TAKEN!! Thanks, Sara!
If you'd like to host the roundup on one of those dates, comment on this post, please.