Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
The soul was never put in the body to stand still.
See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.