Lear: So young, and so untender? Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.
What, would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husksAnd formless ruin of oblivion.
O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Unhand me, gentlemen, By heaven! I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
The fairest flowers o' the seasonAre our carnations and streak'd gillyvors.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns.
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?
What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.
I would not have borne this in my hot youth when Plancus was consul.
We that are in the vaward of our youth.
We have a saying in the movement that we don't trust anybody over thirty.
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.
All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.
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