Gray haires in youth, kindles no greene desires.
The power of Kings may well with-stand proud foe••▪
But cannot keepe backe age, with time that growes.
In womens honour, age is worst disease.
Let s••ringing youth r••iourne old ages woes.
For age to die, is right; for youth, it's wrong.
Blame we not youth, if wantonly he wooes,
Since doting old, and booke-wise cannot choose.
Follie in you••h, is sinne; in age, it's madnesse.
Age, though conceal'd, doth warme with thoughts desire▪
Cold age dotes most, when heat of youth is gone.
Age still is prone to credit what it likes.
Mens chiefest aime, is but to nource vp life,
With honour, wealth, and ease in waining age.
Respect and Reason, wait on wrinkled age.
Youthfull delights, lode crooked age with griefe.
Age is as credulous as suspitious.
What can auaile vnpleasurable age,
That feeds on lust, or base vnable rage?
Age is a glorious crowne, adorn'd with grace.
Death is the due to nature, ages almes.
Gray haires are fruits for death, not flowers for life.
Trees may haue roots, although they beare no leaues.
Loue (as a vertue) is in age allowed,
Except vnequall choise doe disallow.
Age well may ioyne with youth in law, not loue.
When old Bees dye, the young possesse the hiue.
Age is chill cold, and full of doubts and feares.
Pleasant conceits are blossoms for young yeares,
But melancholly thoughts, fruits of gray haires.
Age with fore-sight, a many harmes preuents.
Age takes aduise, ere he presume too farre.
Age is ordaind to counsell, youth to fight.
Age lends fore-sight, young courage must enact▪