Promising Is The Very Air O' The

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance. Pray You, Love, Remember.

For This Relief, Much Thanks

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

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