Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.