poet Thomas Nashe

Thomas Nashe

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Thomas Nashe Quotes


    SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
    Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
    Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing--
       Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

    The palm and may make country houses gay,
    Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
    And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay--
       Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!