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 remembered 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.
Well, Shakespeare's characters (this is from As You Like It) are always more cynical than the plays they're in. It's all in a much wider context. And our revels have not yet ended.
Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us!