When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nails,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in the pail;
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
– William Shakespeare, from Love’s Labors Lost,” Act V