Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

Liberty Plucks Justice By The Nose; The Baby Beats The Nurse, And Quite Athwart Goes All Decorum.

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.