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Quotes from Summer's Last Will and Testament — Thomas Nashe

1567–1600 England

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From winter, plague, and pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Brightness falls from the air,
Queens have died young and fair,
Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
I am sick, I must die:
Lord, have mercy on us.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave,
Swords may not fight with fate,
Earth still holds ope her gate.
Come, come, the bells do cry.
I am sick, I must die.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss,
This world uncertain is,
Fond are life’s lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys,
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die:
Lord, have mercy on us.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

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 wee, to witta woo!

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Fair Summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore:
So fair a summer look for never more.
All good things vanish, less than in a day,
Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.
Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year;
The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.

Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Nashe (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.