• 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-we, to-witta-woo!

    Thomas Nash (1964). “Pierce Penniless his supplication to the Devil: Summer's last will and testament. The terrors of the night. The unfortunate traveller, and selected writings”