April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.

By My Soul I Swear, There Is No Power In The Tongue Of Man To Alter Me.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.