“My youth is waning, and has been nigh upon these seven years, I being now in my forty-eighth.”
William Shakspeare.
“I have understood that the god of poetry is in the enjoyment of eternal youth; I was ignorant that his sons were.”
Sir Thomas.
“No, child! we are hale and comely, but must go the way of all flesh.”
William Shakspeare.
“Must it, can it, be?”
Sir Thomas.
“Time was, my smallest gifts were acceptable, as thus recorded:—
“From my fair hand, O will ye, will ye
Deign humbly to accept a gilly-
Flower for thy bosom, sugared maid!