I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.