April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.