Quotes About Age

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

Here's flowers for you:Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram,The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun,And with him rises weeping: these are flowersOf middle summer, and I think they are givenTo men of middle age.

Lear: So young, and so untender?Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,And dallies with the innocence of love,Like the old age.

For herein Fortune shows herself more kindThan is her custom: it is still her useTo let the wretched man outlive his wealth,To view with hollow eye and wrinkled browAn age of poverty.

And He that doth the ravens feed,Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,Be comfort to my age!

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;For in my youth I never did applyHot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,Frosty, but kindly.

Thou hast nor youth nor age;But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youthBecomes as aged, and doth beg the almsOf palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich,Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,To make thy riches pleasant.

Then, let thy love be younger than thyself,Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;For women are as roses, whose fair flowerBeing once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.

The infirmity of his age.

Young in limbs, in judgment old.

I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

These tedious old fools!

The weariest and most loathed worldly lifeThat age, ache, penury, and imprisonmentCan lay on nature is a paradiseTo what we fear of death.

I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.

A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;Give him a little earth for charity.

The very staff of my age, my very prop.

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?