Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies;

“A pair of tribunes that have wrecked fair Rome to make coals cheap - a noble me…”

“Sirrah, your Father's dead: And what will you do now? How will you live?Son: As…”

“This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf..…”

“O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be …”