William Shakespeare

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of read more

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm.
So hallowed and so gracious is that time.

By that sin fell the angels.

By that sin fell the angels.

The very rats
Instinctively had quit it.

The very rats
Instinctively had quit it.

The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.

The shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.