...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

Dirty Days Hath September April June And November From January Up To May The Rain It Raineth Every Day All The Rest Have Thirty-one Without A Blessed Gleam Of Sun And If Any Of Them Had Two-and-thirty They'd Be Just As Wet And Twice As Dirty." "april Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.