Thomas Nashe
Poems (3)
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In Time of Pestilence1593
Adieu, farewell earth's bliss! / This world uncertain is: … -
Spring
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; / Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, … -
“Spring, the sweet spring”
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king; / Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, …