Quote#Nature
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant King
Quote byThomas Nashe · 1567–1601
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600), Lines 161–164 (Song: "Spring, the sweet Spring", st. 1).
English (original)
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 wee, to witta woo!
— Thomas Nashe
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