April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.