My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face
...an old man is twice a child.
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of care; Youth like the summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.