Thomas Nashe (1567-1601)
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!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!
from
The Anatomie of Absurditie
by Thomas Nashe
There be three things
which are wont to slack young
Students endeuour,
Negligence, want of
Wisedome, and For- | tune.
Negligence, when as we either
altogether pretermit, or more
lightly passe ouer, the thing we
ought seriously to ponder.
Want of wisedome, when we
obserue no method in reading.
Fortune is in the euent of
chaunce, either naturally
hapning, or when as by
pouerty or some infirmitie, or
natural dulnes, we are
withdrawne from our studies,
and alienated from our
intended enterprise, by the
imagination of the rarenesse of
learned men:
but as touching
these three, for the first, that is
to say, negligent sloth, he is to
be warned:
for the second, he
is to be instructed:
for the
thirde, he is to be helped.
Let
his reading be temperate,
whereunto wisedome, not
wearines, must prescribe an
end, for as immoderate fast,
excessiue abstinence, and
inordinate watchings, are
argued of intemperance,
perrishing with their
immoderate vse, so that these
thinges neuer after can be
performed as they ought in any
measure;
so the intemperate
studie of ...
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