With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

He Was A Man, Take Him For All In All, I Shall Not Look Upon His Like Again.

Grim-visaged War Hath Smoothed His Wrinkled Front; And Now, Instead Of Mounting Barbed Steeds To Fright The Souls Of Fearful Adversaries, He Capers Nimbly In A Lady's Chamber To The Lascivious Pleasing Of A Lute.

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

Art Made Tongue-tied By Authority.