Men Are April When They Woo, December

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.