Thomas Nash quotes:
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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!
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All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear.
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As like a church and an ale-house, God and the devell, they manie times dwell neere to ether.
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Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.
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Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.
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