Thursday, March 15, 2007

Spring ..the sweet spring...



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 Nashe

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good words.