April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of

A Harmless Necessary Cat.

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

His Forward Voice Now Is To Speak Well Of His Friend. His Backward Voice Is To Utter Foul Speeches And To Detract.

All Furnished, All In Arms; All Plum'd Like Estridges That With The Wind Bated Like Eagles Having Lately Bathed; Glittering In Golden Coats Like Images; As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May And Gorgeous As The Sun At Midsummer; Wanton As Youthful Goats, Wild As Young Bulls.