April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
April is the cruellest month.
The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.
Promise keeping is a powerful means of grace in a time when people hardly depend on each other to remember and live by their word.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
A promise made should be a promise kept.
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
When you make a promise, keep it.
Friends are very understanding when you tell them in April that you can see them next September, but there is a limit to how long you can go on like that.
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.