So May He Rest, His Faults Lie

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.

He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.

Let Fame, That All Hunt After In Their Lives, Live Regist'red Upon Our Brazen Tombs And Then Grace Us In The Disgrace Of Death; When, Spite Of Cormorant Devouring Time, Th' Endeavor Of This Present Breath May Buy That Honor Which Shall Bate His Scythe's Keen Edge And Make Us Heirs Of All Eternity.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.