Saturday, December 10, 2016

Winter 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

2 comments:

schmidleysscribblins.com said...

Oh William, you are so poetic. I hope the holly in my door swag lasts until New Year.

BTW finished the book on cholera. Will check out your book today. Read much on this subject as I studied with Epidemeologist when I got my degree in demography. Also took courses in Morbidity and Mortality as well as Biostatistics. Love this stuff.

Hattie said...

That William guy! What a poet.
"How sharper than a serpents tooth is an ungrateful child."
Or as my mother used to say, "How sharper than a serpent's child is an ungrateful tooth!"
I'm in Hawaii, and it isn't even warm here!
Dang winter!