November. 
95 
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, 
Then nightly sings the staring owl, 
“ Tu-whit ! 
“ Tu-who ! ” a merry note, 
While greasy J oan doth keel the pot. 
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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, 
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. 
Shakespeare. 
