Quote#Solitude
In the merry month of May
Quote byNicholas Breton · 1545–1626
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Phillida and Corydon", ll. 1–6.
English (original)
In the merry month of May, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walk’d by the wood-side Whenas May was in his pride: There I spièd all alone Phillida and Coridon.
— Nicholas Breton
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