The springs glory: or, A precious posie for pretty maidens: who walk in the meadows to hear the birds sing, with pleasure rejoycing to welcome the spring. The tune is, Monk hath confounded, &c.

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Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Now that bright Phoebus his rays doth display ..." Item at A5:2[348] trimmed. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library.