Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.

O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.