Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king

Public calamity is a mighty leveler

Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.

Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.