Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye Can See.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily... Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess

See The Minutes, How They Run, How Many Make The Hour Full Complete; How Many Hours Bring About The Day; How Many Days Will Finish Up The Year; How Many Years A Mortal Man May Live.