Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
O, good old man, how well in thee appears