Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale. >>
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking >>
And I did laugh sans intermission an hour by his dial. O noble fool, a >>
Age. That period of life in which we compound for the vices that remai >>
Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are >>
Being seventy is not a sin. >>
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.