Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.
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