It is now April, and the nightingale begins to tune her throat against May. The sunny showers perfume the air and the bees begin to go abroad for honey. The dew, as in pearls, hangs upon the tops of the grass, while the turtles sit billing upon the little green boughs. . . . It were a world to set down the worth of this month, but in sum, I thus conclude: I hold it the heaven's blessing and the earth's comfort.
Nicholas Breton (also Britton or Brittaine) (1545?-1626), English poet and novelist, belonged to an old family settled at Layer-Breton, Essex.
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