Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

We will have rings and things and fine array

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.