April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight; Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It: So Are Those Crisped Snaky Golden Locks Which Make Such Wanton Gambols With The Wind Upon Supposed Fairness, Often Known To Be The Dowry Of A Second Head, The Skull That Bred Them In The Sepulchre.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!