I Am A Feather For

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

Who Knows Himself A Braggart, Let Him Fear This; For It Will Come To Pass That Every Braggart Will Be Found An Ass.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.