I pray thee cease thy counsel, Much Ado About Nothing, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play. Epistle to James Smith. R. BURNS. Know when to speake; for many times it brings Hesperides' Caution in Councell. AGE. R. HERRICK. I'm growing fonder of my staff; I'm growing old. I'm Growing Old. J. G. SAXE. And his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. The Golden Legend, IV. H. W. LONGFELLOW. Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb; Childe Harold, Canto IIІ. LORD BYRON. For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Bk. II. DR. I. WATTS. |