This Sweet and Merry Month of May
Thomas Watson, William Byrd
This sweet and merry month of May,
while nature wantons in her prime,
And birds do sing, and beasts do play,
For pleasure of the joyful time:
I choose the first for holiday,
And greet Eliza with a rhyme.
O beauteous Queen, of second Troy:
Take well in worth a simple toy.
