PENSÉE DU MOIS

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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 does not bite so nigh       

      As benefits forgot:   

Though thou the waters warp,   

Thy sting is not so sharp

      As friend remembered not.

Heigh-ho! sing . . ."

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Shakespeare - As You Like It