Friday, January 15, 2016

January Poetry

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 freindship if 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 a friend remembered not. 
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. 

William Shakespeare

5 comments:

eileeninmd said...

Hello, pretty poem. It is one of Shakespeare's I am not familiar with. Thanks for sharing, happy weekend!

schmidleysscribblins.com said...

Love this poem. Thanks.

Florence said...

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Love Shakespeare's poetry.

Hattie said...

I've always loved this. Shakespeare didn't have all the answers. He just saw the way things were.

Rambling Woods said...

I had not heard this one before..