I am Duchess of Malfi still.
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.
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.