April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

And In The Morn And Liquid Dew Of Youth, Contagious Blastments Are Are Most Imminent.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?