Two of my favourites:

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth
to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees
bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart
that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty
deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.
-   Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d'Arthur, 1485

What potent blood hath modest May.
- Ralph W. Emerson

Merry Beal Tain, my friends!

kat