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 Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

Jaques replies:   If it do come to pass   That any man turn ass,   Leaving his wealth and ease   A stubborn will to please, Ducdamè, ducdamè, ducdamè:     Here shall he see     Gross fools as he, An if he will come to me. 136. Blow blow, thou Winter Wind

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.