Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard! Twelfth Night, iii. 1. Loving goes by haps: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, She that was ever fair and never proud, -To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Othello, ii. 1. APRIL. Well-apparell'd April on the heel Romeo and Juliet, ii. 2. O, how this spring of love resembleth Two Gentlemen of Verona, i. 3. Yet I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love : From you have I been absent in the spring, Sonnets, xcviii. April 2d. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Sonnets, iii. I hope you will consider what is spoke I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, Othello, iii. 3. And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love. Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii. 7. |