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Thomas Nashe
(1567-1601)
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A Litany in Time of Plague
Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
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Autumn
Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure;
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Fair Summer Droops
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore,
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Spring
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king ;
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The Choise of Valentines
Pardon sweete flower of matchless Poetrie,
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