Wm. Shakespeare in 'Loves labour Lost' has Berowne say:
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than to wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than to wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows
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