Quotes
Quotes about Age
The very staff of my age, my very prop.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.
He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.
Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel.
For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages.
Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things,--old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
The world's a stage on which all parts are played.
Note 1.When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
Thomas Campbell: Ye Mariners of England.
Soul of the age,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room.
He was not of an age, but for all time.
'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.
A wise man poor
Is like a sacred book that's never read,--
To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool
Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
The world's a theatre, the earth a stage
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
Marriage is a desperate thing.
Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers
Say fools for arguments use wagers.
Under the tropic is our language spoke,
And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home:
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.
But our captain counts the image of God--nevertheless his image--cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.
The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield.
