, playwright, poet and satirist. He was the son of the minister
William Nashe and his wife Margaret (née Witchingham).
Little is known with certainty of Nashe's life. He was baptised in Lowestoft
, Suffolk, where his father was curate. The family moved to West Harling, near Thetford
in 1573 after Nashe's father was awarded the living there at the church of All Saints.
Evermore mayst thou be canonized as the Nonparreille of impious epistlers.
The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as the upright of heart.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant King,Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu wee, to witta woo!
Blest is that government where no art thrives.
Beauty is but a flowerWhich wrinkles will devour.
Brightness falls from the air,Queens have died young and fair,Dust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must die:Lord, have mercy on us.
From winter, plague, & pestilence, good Lord, deliver us.