As Full Of Spirit As The Month

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.