Men Are April When They Woo, December

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.