WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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, heigh ho' unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
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��147 It was a Lover and his Lass
was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
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