Thomas Nashe

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Thomas Nashe (November 1567 – c. 1601) was an English Elizabethan pamphleteer, poet and satirist.


  • Spring, the sweete Spring, is the yeres pleasant King,
    Then bloomes eche thing, then maydes daunce in a ring,
    Cold doeth not sting, the pretty birds doe sing,
    Cuckow, jugge, jugge, pu we, to witta woo.
    The Palme and May make countrey houses gay,
    Lambs friske and play, the Shepherds pype all day,
    And we heare aye birds tune this merry lay,
    Cuckow, jugge, jugge, pu we, to witta woo.
    The fields breathe sweete, the dayzies kisse our feete,
    Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
    In every streete, these tunes our eares doe greete,
    Cuckow, jugge, jugge, pu we, to witta woo
      Spring, the sweete Spring.
    • "Song" from Summer’s Last Will and Testament (1600)
  • 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.
  • 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!
    • lines 161-164.
  • Blest is that government where no art thrives.
    • line 1425.
  • Beauty is but a flower
    Which wrinkles will devour.
    • lines 1588-1589.
  • 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.
    • lines 1590-1594.
  • From winter, plague, & pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.
    • line 1878.
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