As Full Of Spirit As The Month

Here Feel We But The Penalty Of Adam, The Seasons' Difference, As The Icy Fang And Churlish Chiding Of The Winter's Wind, Which, When It Bites And Blows Upon My Body, Even Till I Shrink With Cold, I Smile.

O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like Daggers Enter My Ears.(a Fancy Way Of Saying Shut Up!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.