Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

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.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.