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For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them.
All's Well that Ends Well. Act V.
Give me a staff of honor for mine age,
Men shut their doors against a setting sun. d. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2.
Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and
Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this!
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5.
My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3.
O father Abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of State, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity.
9. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.
A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Autumn. Line 1229.
O good gray head which all men knew, U. TENNYSON-On the Death of the Duke of Wellington. St. 4.
Thus fares it still in our decay,
Mourns less for what age takes away
x. WORDSWORTH-The Fountain. St. 9. Shall we shall aged men, like aged trees, Strike deeper their vile root, and closer cling, Still more enamour'd of their wretched soil? y. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IV. Line 111.
Just prophet, let the damn'd one dwell
SHELLEY-Lines written among the
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk !
When that this body did contain a spirit,
Henry IV. Pt. I.
Act. V. Sc. 4.
It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me. k. All's Well That Ends Well. Act. I. Sc. 1. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition,