A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

“Nay, I'll conjure too.Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!Appear thou in the…”

“Make me a willow cabin at your gateAnd call upon my soul within the house;Write…”

“For goodness, growing to a plurisy,Dies in his own too much: that we would doWe…”

“Ay me! sad hours seem long.”