To Take Arms Against A Sea Of

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.

I Will Be Treble-sinewed, Hearted, Breathed, And Fight Maliciously; For When Mine Hours Were Nice And Lucky, Men Did Ransom Lives Of Me For Jests; But Now I'll Set My Teeth And Send To Darkness All That Stop Me.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.