18 quotes
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.
As You Like It (1599)
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.
There is an old poor man
Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger.
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine.
King Lear (1608)
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Richard II (1595)
At your age,
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment.
You are old;
As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
King Lear (1608)
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.
Give me a staff of honor for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control the world.
Nor age so eat up my invention.
What should we speak of
When we are old as you? When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December.
Cymbeline (1611)
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory.
Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward; not an hour more nor less,
And, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
King Lear (1608)
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sonnet LXXIII (1609)
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
My way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf,
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Macbeth (1605)