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i shot an arrow into the air poem::But if the while i think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored and sorrows end.
William shakespeare could we but draw back the curtain, that surrounds each others lives, often we would find it better, purer then we think we would.
We would love each other better, if we only understood.
Unknown it is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm, a happy and auspicious bird of calm.
That i could wisely do, than know a friend, and be a friend, and have a friend like you.
Unknown blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Because thou art not seen.
Although thy breath be rude.
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, though thou the watters warp, as friend remembered not.
Unto the green holly: most friendship is feigning, most love mere folly: then heighho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
William shakespeare i shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, i knew not where; for, so swiftly it flew, the sight could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air, it fell to earth, i knew not where; for who has sight so keen and strong, that it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak i found the arrow, still unbroke; and the song, from beginning to end, i found again in the heart of a friend.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, although she knows my days are past the best, on both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust, and wherefore say not i that i am old?
Therefore i lie with her, and she with me, and in our faults by lies we flattered be.