Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

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.