Old fools are babes again.

Those that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means and easy tasks; He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: Revolving this will teach

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.