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.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!

I cannot speak your england.

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

I must be cruel, only to be kind.

Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.

Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.