He jests at scars that never felt a wound. >>
Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once. >>
I did send to you for certain sums of gold, which you denied me. >>
No wise man ever wished to be younger. >>
Youth is a blunder, manhood is a struggle and old age a regret. >>
Growing old is not growing up. >>
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. [Merchant Of Venice]