His dark eyes are brighter than his diamonds, and his look, for all his white beard and seventy years, is as young and fresh as the rose he wears in his coat.
There are some people who turn gray, but who do not grow hoary, whose faces are furrowed but not wrinkled, whose hearts are sore wounded in many places, but are not dead.

There is a youth that bids defiance to age, and there is a kindness which laughs at the world's rough usage.
These are they who have returned good for evil, not having learned it as a lesson of righteousness, but because they have no evil in them to return upon others.

Whom the gods love die young, and they die young because they never grow old.

The poet, who at the verge of death said this, said it of, and to, this very man.
The Duke went through the introductions, first to the Countess, then to Miss Skeat, then to his sister, and last of all to Claudius, who had been intently watching the newcomer.

Mr.Bellingham paused before Claudius, and looked up in a way peculiarly his own, without raising his head.