"Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow’d long; Even wonder’d at, because he dropt no sooner. Fate seem’d to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more: Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still."

"Thus then my loved Euryalus appears; He looks the prop of my declining years."

"The feeble old, indulgent of their ease."

"Jove, grant me length of life, and years good store Heap on my bended back."

"O’er whom Time gently shakes his wings of down, Till with his silent sickle they are mown."

"Beroe but now I left; whom, pined with pain, Her age and anguish from these rites detain."

"Just in the gate Dwelt pale diseases and repining age."

"Now leave these joys, unsuiting to thy age, To a fresh comer, and resign the stage."

"Were I no queen, did you my beauty weigh, My youth in bloom, your age in its decay."

"Age has not yet So shrunk my sinews, or so chill’d my veins, But conscious virtue in my breast remains."

"And sin’s black dye seems blanch’d by age to virtue."

"Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop, Nor do his wings with sickly feathers droop."

"Time has made you dote, and vainly tell Of arms imagined in your lonely cell: Go! be the temple and the gods your care; Permit to men the thought of peace and war."

"So noiseless would I live, such death to find: Like timely fruit, not shaken by the wind, But ripely dropping from the sapless bough."

"What, start at this! when sixty years have spread Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?"

"When the hoary head is hid in snow, The life is in the leaf, and still between The fits of falling snows appears the streaky green."

"This advantage youth from age hath won, As not to be outridden though outrun."

"You season still with sports your serious hours, For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours."

"He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green."

"Yet unimpair’d with labours, or with time, Your age but seems to a new youth to climb."

"His youth and age All of a piece throughout, and all divine."

"Our green youth copies what grey sinners act, When age commends the fact."

"Prudence, thou vainly in our youth art sought, And with age purchased, art too dearly bought: We’re past the use of wit for which we toil: Late fruit, and planted in too cold a soil."

"Thus daily changing, by degrees I’d waste, Still quitting ground by unperceived decay, And steal myself from life, and melt away."

"Old age, with silent pace, comes creeping on, Nauseates the praise which in her youth she won, And hates the muse by which she was undone."

"Some souls we see Grow hard and stiffen with adversity."

"His absence from his mother oft he’ll mourn, And, with his eyes, look wishes to return."

"His friends beheld, and pity’d him in vain, For what advice can ease a lover’s pain? Absence, the best expedient they could find, Might save the fortune, if not cure the mind."

"Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age."

"Winds murmur’d through the leaves your short delay, And fountains o’er their pebbles chid your stay: But, with your presence cheer’d, they cease to mourn, And walks wear fresher green at your return."

"All, all of a piece throughout: Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new."

"Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night."

"Calms appear, when storms are past, Love will have its hour at last."

"The sword within the scabbard keep, And let mankind agree."

"A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinkable time."

"When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!"

"Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury."

"Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas."

"And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind."

"Art may err, but Nature cannot miss."

"And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care Turned by a gentle fire, and roasted rare."

"It is sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty."

"A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests."

"Fate, and the dooming gods, are deaf to tears."

"Ye realms, yet unreveal'd to human sight, Ye gods who rule the regions of the night, Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relate The mystic wonders of your silent state!"

"The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies."

"Like you, an alien in a land unknown, I learn to pity woes so like my own."

"Endure the hardships of your present state, Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate."