“As withered weed through cruell winters tine,
That feeles the warmth of sunny beames reflection,
Liftes up his head, that did before decline
And gins to spread his leafe before the faire sunshine.”

—  Edmund Spenser , The Faerie Queene

Canto 12, stanza 34
The Faerie Queene (1589–1596), Book IV

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