Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The Approaching Tide Will Shortly Fill The Reasonable Shores That Now Lie Foul And Muddy.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

Ready To Go But Never To Return.

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.