As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!