A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

Full of wise saws and modern instances.