Drink Down All Unkindness.

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise Of His Age, Doing, In The Figure Of A Lamb, The Feats Of A Lion.

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors