Thomas Nashe (November 1567 – c. 1601) was an English Elizabethan pamphleteer, poet and satirist.
- Evermore mayst thou be canonized as the Nonparreille of impious epistlers.
- Four Letters 1592
- The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as the upright of heart.
- Christ's Tears over Jerusalem 1593
Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600) 
- 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!
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- Blest is that government where no art thrives.
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- Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour.
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- Brightness falls from the air,
Queens have died young and fair,
Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
I am sick, I must die:
Lord, have mercy on us.
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- From winter, plague, & pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.
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- Many will it claim.
It makes your life disdain.
- Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.