Poems by Thomas Nashe
In Time of Pestilence
... Queens have died young and fair, ...
Spring
... Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, ...
Summer's Last Will and Testament (excerpt)
... The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, ...
The Choosing Of Valentines
... With smiles, with flatt'ring wordes, and fained cheere, ...
In Time of Plague [Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss]
... s brave; Swords may not fight with fate, ...
Poem 1 From Pierce Penilesse
... England (adieu) the Soyle that brought me foorth, ...
Spring, the sweet spring
... Spring, the sweet spring, is the years pleasant king, ...
Poem 2 From Pierce Penilesse
... Because few words might not co[m]prise thy fame ...
Adieu, Farewell Earth's Bliss
... Queens have died young and fair, ...
To The Right Honorable The Lord S.
... And passion out their pangu's in statlie rimes ...
Autumn
... From winter, plague, and pestilence, good Lord deliver us! ...
Fair Summer Droops
... What, shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst, ...
A Litany in Time of Plague
... Swords may not fight with fate, ...
The Choice of Valentines
... With smiles, with flatt'ring worde's, and fained cheere, ...
