Be great in act, as you have been in thought.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!