XLIV NATURE AND MAN 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, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd 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. XLV THE WORLD'S WAY WHY, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalléd play ; For some must watch, while some must sleep : So runs the world away. XLVI THE LIFE ACCORDING TO NATURE UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither! No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. |