Age cannot wither, as somebody or other once said, nor custom stale her infinite variety.

Age or change should never wither it.

Age shall not only not wither us, it shan't even slow us down.

Age had not withered him, nor could custom stale his infinite variety in half an hour.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.

Age will not wither me, nor time destroy me.

"Age could not wither her-' Woman, you carry your years well."

Age has to some extent withered this remarkable woman.

Age cannot wither nor custom stale its infinite variety, we feel (or are told to feel).

Age does not wither us: it accentuates our main characteristics.