Thomas Nashe

Poems (3)

• 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, …