Lear: So young, and so untender? Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.
Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation. Hal: 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
Then westward ho! Grace and good dispositionAttend your ladyship!
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.
We have a saying in the movement that we don't trust anybody over thirty.
All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.
I would not have borne this in my hot youth when Plancus was consul.
A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
My head'll explode if I continue with this escapism.
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
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