Nor age so eat up my invention.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.