Slow, 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. 
Heigho! sing heigho! under the green holly! 
Most friendship is feigning —most toying, mere 
Shakspeabe. 
lutie 22. 
PASSION FLOWER. — Faith. 
Ah, no ’ my dying lips shall close, 
Unaltered love, as faith professing; 
Nor, (praising him who life bestows,) 
Forget who makes that life a blessing. 
My last address to Heaven is due; — 
My last but one, I give to you. 
Lovibond. 
