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

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.

The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety

Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.