But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared
And send him many years of sunshine days!
Highly fed and lowly taught.
When the age is in, the wit is out
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.