age (n.)
- aeon
- ages
- ancientness
- antiquity
- atavism
- century
- constancy
- continuance
- cycle
- date
- day
- days
- decline
- dodder
- durability
- duration
- eld
- eldership
- endurance
- epoch
- era
- eternity
- fade
- generation
- indiction
- lastingness
- life
- lifetime
- long
- longevity
- maintenance
- molder
- oldness
- perdurability
- perennation
- permanence
- perpetuity
- persistence
- primitiveness
- primogeniture
- ripe
- rust
- senescence
- senility
- seniority
- shake
- sink
- stability
- standing
- steadfastness
- survival
- time
- totter
- venerableness
- wane
- wither
- wrinkle
- years
age (v.)
age (adv.)
age (adj.)
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing.
The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
In ev'ry age and clime we see
Two of a trade can never agree.
Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn.
Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things,—old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
Another of his sayings was, that education was the best viaticum of old age.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together.
Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age;
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
Cato requested old men not to add the disgrace of wickedness to old age, which was accompanied with many other evils.
Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.
Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.
I'm weary of conjectures,—this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me:
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
He that dies in extreme old age will be reduced to the same state with him that is cut down untimely.
He was not of an age, but for all time.
The disappointment of manhood succeeds to the delusion of youth: let us hope that the heritage of old age is not despair.
Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
In a good old age.
A green old age, unconscious of decays,
That proves the hero born in better days.
Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old
authors to read!—Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of
age, that age appeared to be best in these four things.—
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,
Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,—
The labour of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid
Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
The choice and master spirits of this age.
Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
The monumental pomp of age
Was with this goodly personage;
A stature undepressed in size,
Unbent, which rather seemed to rise
In open victory o'er the weight
Of seventy years, to loftier height.
For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it?
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage,
But wise through time, and narrative with age,
In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,—
A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
See how the world its veterans rewards!
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.
Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political; peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations,—entangling alliances with none; the support of the State governments in all their rights, as the most competent administrations for our domestic concerns, and the surest bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies; the preservation of the general government in its whole constitutional vigour, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad; . . . . freedom of religion; freedom of the press; freedom of person under the protection of the habeas corpus; and trial by juries impartially selected,—these principles form the bright constellation which has gone before us, and guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone.
Old and well stricken in age.
For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
"Antiquitas saeculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient ordine retrogrado, by a computation backward from ourselves.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw;
Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite;
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age.
Pleased with this bauble still, as that before,
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.
You 'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but in their stead
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
On one occasion some one put a very little wine into a wine-cooler, and said that it was sixteen years old. "It is very small for its age," said Gnathaena.
Soul of the age,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room.
The very staff of my age, my very prop.
Strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age.
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modest innocence away.
My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but in their stead
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Conjure with 'em,—
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
"I fly from pleasure," said the prince, "because pleasure has ceased to please; I am lonely because I am miserable, and am unwilling to cloud with my presence the happiness of others."
Unless an age too late, or cold
Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,
When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Wisdom is the gray hair unto men, and an unspotted life is old age.
The veracity which increases with old age is not far from folly.
What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the preheminence of it in everything,—in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.—Shakerley Marmion (1602-1639): The Antiquary.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
A worm is in the bud of youth,
And at the root of age.
The ruins of himself! now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay.
You 'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
