But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Oliver Goldsmith, The Traveller (1764), line 172.
Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.thomas bailey aldrich
As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.richard barnfield
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.Heinrich Heine
Oh! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; Like children with violets playing, In the shade of the whispering trees.Charles Kingsley
No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May.william shakespeare
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.