Shakespeare, 21st January

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.

As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

(P.S. I decided I didn't like that drab Shakespeare book cover either, so here is January, in all it's foxed glory.)