JOLLY SPRING, AGED WINTER. 
Earth is now green, and heaven is blue ; 
Lively Spring, which makes all new, 
Jolly Spring doth enter ; 
Sweet young sunbeams do subdue 
Angry, aged Winter. 
Winds are mild, and seas are calm, 
Every meadow flows with balm, 
The earth wears all her riches ; 
Harmonious birds sing such a psalm 
As ear and heart bewitches. 
Sir J. Davies. 
THE VIOLET. 
Sweet violets, Love’s paradise, that spread 
Your gracious odours, which you couched bear 
Within your palie faces, 
Upon the gentle wing of some calm-breathing wind, 
That plays amidst the plain, 
If by the favour of propitious stars you gain 
