April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)

“My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars …”

“She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will and yet was never lou…”

“Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootT…”

“Life's an Unceartian Voyage”