Excerpt from Old Plays, Being a Continuation of Dodsley's Collection, Vol. 3 of 6: With Notes, Critical and Explanatory Flor. WE surfeit here on pleasures seas nor land Cannot invite us to a feast more glorious, Than this day we have sat at: my Lord Vanni, You have an excellent seat here; 'tis a building May entertain a Cmsar: but you and I Should rather talk of tombs than palaces, Let's leave all to our heirs, for we are old. Nic. Old? Hem all heart of brass; sound as a bell; Old? Why, tell your graces; I have gone But half the bridge o'er yet; there lies before me As much as I have pass'd, and I'll go it all. Flor. Mad Vanni, still! Nic. Old oaks do not easily fall: December's cold hand combs my head and beard, But May swims in my blood; and he that walks Without his wooden third leg, is never old. Pisa. What is your age, my lord? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.