“How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!”
“How can the bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?How can a child, when fears annoy,But droop his tender wing,And forget his youthful spring?”
“Don't let a thief into your house three times. The first time was enough. The second time was a chance. The third time means you're stupid.”
“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.”
“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)”
“Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene”