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Bird of Dawning
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes,
Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit
dare stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome;
then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath
power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is that time.
William Shakespeare
from Act One, Scene One of Hamlet
Heigh Ho, The Holly
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.
William Shakespeare
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