Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

A Fellow By The Hand Of Nature Mark'd, Quoted, And Sign'd, To Do A Deed Of Shame.

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.