Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age
No great harm done when you’re silent
Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature
Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end
That beautiful trust which habit gives
That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat
The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt
The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear
You’re the puppet of your women! 
What’s an eccentric? a child grown grey!