[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Women may fail when there is no strength in man

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.