Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

Now The Melancholy God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Garments Of Changeable Taffeta, For Thy Mind Is Opal.

There's A Time For All Things.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

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.