“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)”

“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.”

“Anne could not immediately fall into a quotation again. The sweet scenes of autumn were for a while put by - unless some tender sonnet, fraught with the apt analogy of the declining year, with declining happiness, and the images of youth and hope, and spring, all gone together, blessed her memory.”

“How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!”

“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recallMy buried life, and Paris in the spring,I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the worldTo be wonderful and youthful afterall”

“to beThine evermore; youth mingled with thy youth,Age with thine age; in thy grave mine; above,Spirit beside thy spirit; - this the loveGod teacheth man to pray for!”