Time assuages the griefs of men

Youth and age will never agree

Work hard while you have youth and strenght; for soon weak old age will creep on you with silent tread

What youth is used to, age remembers

The wages of sin is death

The language of truth is simple

The best things come in small packages

The age of miracles is past

Rage is without reason

Pretiness makes no pottage

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast

More belongs to marriage, than four bare legs in a bed

Marriages are made [planned] in heaven

Marriage rides upon the saddle and repentance upon the crupper

Marriage is the tomb of love

Make ample provision for old age

Love in a cottage

Old age is sickness of itself

Old age is malady of which one dies

Old age is itself a disease

Old age is an incurable disease

Old age is a hospital that takes in all diseases

Old age doesn’t protect from folly

Old age comes stealing on

Of a new prince, new bondage

No way is impossible to courage

Little pigeons can carry great messages

Like the gardner’s dog, that neither eats cabbage himself, nor lets anybody else

The golden age was never the present age

Like blood, like good, and like age, make the happiest marriage

Diligent youth makes easy age

Dream of a funeral and you hear of a marriage

A lazy youth, a lousy age

A hundred disorders has old age

A wager is a fool’s argument

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