SPKING. 
The Spring— 
When proud-pied April dressed in all his trim, 
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing. 
Shakspeare. 
Winter’s wrath begins to quell, 
And pleasaunt spring appeareth: 
The grasse now ginnes to be refresht. 
The swallowe peepes out of her nest. 
And clowdie welkin cleareth. 
Spenser. 
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