Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.