WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i 5 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.
Jaques replies:
If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and case A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: Here shall he see Gross fools as he, An if he will come to me.
��146 Blow, blow, thou Winter Wind
> LOW, 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.
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