Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine l saved and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish? When mine fail me, l’ll complain. Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

Have you found your life distasteful? My life did, and does, smack sweet.

Our youth we can have but today, We may always find time to grow old. Can love be controlled by Advice?

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.