"Well-apparel'd April on the heelOf limping Winter..." - Quote by William Shakespeare

“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form”

“He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love”

“O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!”

“Everything in life got its purpose. Find its reason in every season.”

“You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.”

“October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.”

“Tis now the twenty-third of march,And this warm sun takes out the starchOf winter's pinafore -Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinksA health to spring, and while it sipsIt faintly smacks a myriad lips.”

“The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring.”

“Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Teaching barren moors to smile,Painting pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup of cowslip wreathsWhence a smokeless incense breathes.”