I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
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.