Ripe age bade him surrender late His life and long good fortune unto final fate. FAIRFAX. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease! Alike all ages. maze; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, An age that melts in unperceived decay, DR. S. JOHNSON: Vanity of Human Wishes. And Swift expires a driv'ler and a show. DR. S. JOHNSON: Vanity of Human Wishes. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. DR. S. JOHNSON: Vanity of Human Wishes. The still returning tale, and lingering jest, Perplex the fawning niece, and pamper'd guest, While growing hopes scarce awe the gath'ring sneer, And scarce a legacy can bribe to hear. DR. S. JOHNSON: Vanity of Human Wishes. Thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To wither'd, weak, and grey. MILTON. He now, observant of the parting ray, Eyes the calm sunset of thy various day. Po Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Charm'd the small-pox, or chased old age away, Who would not scorn what housewife's cares produce? Or who would learn one earthly thing of use? POPE. Propp'd on his staff, and stooping as he goes, She still renews the ancient scene; PRIOR. SHAKSPEARE Though now this grained face of mine be hid Nature, as it grows again tow'rds earth, 'Tis our first intent To shake all cares and business from our age, While we unburthen'd crawl tow'rd death. SHAKSPEARE. What should we speak of When we are old as you? When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December. SHAKSPEARE. Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables and his weeds, Importing health and graveness. SHAKSPEARE. How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane. SHAKSPEARE. Would some part of my young years Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. SHAKSPEARE. Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, teen. SHAKSPEARE. At your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment. SHAKSPEARE. Let's take the instant by the forward top: For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals, ere we can effect them. SHAKSPEARE. An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity. SHAKSPEARE. That ends this strange eventful history, Let not old age disgrace my high desire, O heavenly soul, in human shape contain'd! Dotard, said he, let be thy deep advise, fail, And that weak eld hath left thee nothing wise, Else never should thy judgment be so frail. SPENSER: Faerie Queene. THOMSON: Seasons. The tree of deepest root is found That love of life increased with years, MRS. THRALE: Three Warnings. The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made; Stronger by weakness, wiser men become But an old age serene and bright And lovely as a Lapland night Shall lead thee to thy grave. WALLER. WORDSWORTH. Tis greatly wise to know before we're told, The melancholy news that we grow old. YOUNG. Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. YOUNG: Night Thoughts. AGONY. Thee I have miss'd, and thought it long, deprived MILTON. Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er, To smart and agonize at every pore. POPE. Dost thou behold my poor distracted heart That death were better than such agony AGRICULTURE. Retreat betimes To thy paternal seat, the Sabine field, The glebe untill'd might plenteous crops have borne ; Rich fruits and flow'rs, without the gardener's pains, Might ev'ry hill have crown'd, have honour'd all the plains. SIR R. BLACKMORE. Through all the soil a genial ferment spreads, Regenerates the plants, and new adorns the meads. SIR R. BLACKMORE. A race Of proud-lined loiterers, that never sow, |