As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth But like of each thing that in season grows.
When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories