April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!
Sir William Watson
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T S Eliot
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
Robert Browning
It was a bright, cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen. George Orwell
The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year. Mark Twain
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. Charles Lamb