The soote season, that bud and blome furth bringes,With grene hath clad the hill and eke the vale:The nightingale with fethers new she singes:The turtle to her make hath tolde her tale:Somer is come, for euery spray nowe springes,The hart hath hong his olde hed on the pale:The buck in brake his winter cote heContinue reading “The Soote Season : Henry Howard , Earl Of Surrey : Sonnet : : Summer Time Classic : :”