The sense of death is most in apprehension.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.