'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there's the windflower chilly With all the winds at play, And there's the Lenten lily That… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
