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II

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,

Thou 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!

-William Shakespeare

FIDELE

FROM Cymbeline

Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winter's rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone and ta'en thy wages:

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

- William Shakespeare

ARIEL'S SONGS

FROM The Tempest

I

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd, —

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.

Hark, hark!

Bow-wow.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bow-wow.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!

II

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry;

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough!

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FROM Love's Labor's Lost

When icicles hang by the wall

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit!

Tu-who! A merry note!

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl-
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit!

Tu-who! A merry note!

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

-William Shakespeare

SIGH NO MORE, LADIES!

FROM Much Ado about Nothing

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

-William Shakespeare

O MISTRESS MINE

FROM Twelfth Night

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true love's coming
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty,

Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

-William Shakespeare

LOVE IN SPRING-TIME

FROM As You Like It

It 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,

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