William Shakespeare Age Quotations

The golden age is before us, not behind us.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds Importing health and graveness.

But say, my lord, it were not regist'red, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.

Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite, Encompassed with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead?

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.

Retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.

I would with such perfection govern, sir, T'excel the golden age.

I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

Nor age so eat up my invention.

Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy.

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the anciently, stealing, fighting.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

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

Never; he will not: 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;

Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

When the age is in, the wit is out

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

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 the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy