She was a soft landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony, and calm, and quiet; Which, if not happiness, is much more nigh it Byron. It is the men that cause the women to dislike each other. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, As they draw near to their eternal home. Time's current may wear wrinkles in the face, but not reach the heart. With years our faults diminish, but our vices increase 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, Campbell. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, Dryden. 279 An old man, broken with the storms of state, Shakspeare. He looked in years, but in his years were seen Though aged, he was so iron of limb, Age had not quenched the open truth Seward Yet time, that changes all, had altered him Byron. Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat Young. When men grow virtuous in old age, they are merely making a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings. Swift. The most dangerous weakness of old people who have been amiable is to forget they are no longer so. La Rochefoucauld. |