April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.
As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.