A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.