Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.