Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy

Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

I trust that age with not wither, nor custom stale my infinite variety.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. (Merchant Of Venice)

Marriage is a custom brought about by women who then proceed to live off men and destroy them, completely enveloping the man in a destructive cocoon or eating him away like a poisonous fungus on a tree