A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. 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. And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Such as we are made of, such we be. And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart. How now, wit! Whither wander you? Brevity is the soul of wit. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Cudgel thy brains no more about it. | 
