Cold, cold, with heavy dews falling thick,
and colder yet with the moonbeams' icy glitter,
lit with ethereal beauty by man stars,
these nights give no comfort or joy to people.

--- Kalidasa's Ritusumhara 5.4

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.,

--- William Shakespeare

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