SPRING. 



Here Spring appears, with flowery chaplets bound. 



Pride of the year, purpureal Spring ! attend, 

 And in the cheek of these sweet innocents 

 Behold your beauties pictured. 



Mas ox. 



Fresh Spring, the herald of love's mighty king, 

 In whose cote-armour richly are display'd 



All sorts of flowres the which on earth do spring, 

 In goodly colours gloriously array'd. 



Spexsek. 



When Spring begins the dewy scene, 

 How sweet to walk the velvet green ; 

 And hear the zephyr's languid sighs, 

 As o'er the scented mead he flies ! 



Moore's Anacreon, Ode xli. 



VOL. I. 



