...an old man is twice a child.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.

So. Lie there, my art.

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.