we are the lords of all eternity

Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!