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Quæ regio in terris nostri non plena laboris.

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities? VERGIL-Æneid. I. 460.

With silence only as their benediction,

God's angels come
Where in the shadow of a great affliction,

The soul sits dumb!
WHITTIER-To my Friend on the Death of his






Talk not of wasted affection, affection never

was wasted. If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters,

returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill

them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns

again to the fountain.
LONGFELLOW_Evangeline. Pt. II. St. 1.
Affection is a coal that must be coold;
Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.

Venus and Adonis. L. 387.

Of such affection and unbroken faith
As temper life's worst bitterness.
SHELLEYThe Cenci. Act III. Sc. 1.

AFFLICTION (See also ADVERSITY) Afflicted, or distressed, in mind, body, or estate. Book of Common Prayer. Prayer for all Con

ditions of Men. 7 Now let us thank th' eternal power, convinc'd That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction: That oft the cloud which wraps the present

hour, Serves but to brighten all our future days!

JOHN BROWNBarbarossa. Act V. Sc. 3. Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

BURNS-A Winter Night.

9 Damna minus consueta movent.

The afflictions to which we are accustomed, do not disturb us. CLAUDIANUSIn Eutropium. II. 149.

10 Crede mihi, miseris ccelestia numina parcunt; Nec semper læsos, et sine fine, premunt.

Believe me, the gods spare the afflicted, and do not always oppress those who are unfortunate. OVIDEpistolæ Ex Ponto. III. 6. 21.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IX. L. 415.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green

braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise. BURNS-Flow Gently, Sweet Afton.

It is always in season for old men to learn.





Weak withering age no rigid law forbids,
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless habit daily to bedew,
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.
JOHN ARMSTRONG--Art of Preserving Health.

Bk. II. L. 484.


What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes; but not this alone.


On one occasion some one put a very little wine into a wine cooler, and said that it was sixteen years old. “It is very small for its age," said Ğnathæna.

ATHENÆUSDeipnosophists. XIII. 46.


Henceforth I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die.

King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 6. L. 75.



Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 46.

Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success. BACON-Essay XLII. Of Youth and Age.

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Mature fieri senem, si diu velis esse senex.

You must become an old man in good time if you wish to be an old man long. CICERODe Senectute, 10. (Quoted as an

“honoured proverb.")


The spring, like youth, fresh blossoms doth pro

duce, But autumn makes them ripe and fit for use: So Age a mature mellowness doth set On the green promises of youthful heat. SIR JOHN DENHAM-Cato Major. Pt. IV.

L. 47.


Old age doth in sharp pains abound;

We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound,

Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray

Doth but a trembling flicker cast.
Honor to age, ye children pay!

Alas! my fifty years are past!
BERANGER—Cinquante Ans. C. L. Berts'

trans. 5

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above five-and-twenty. BICKERSTAFF-Maid of the Mill. Act I. II.

(See also GILBERT) Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

BYRONChilde Harold. Canto II. St. 88.

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What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the

brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page,

And be alone on earth as I am now.
BYRONChilde Harold. Canto II. St. 98.

He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
So that no wonder waits him.
BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 5.

* Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the

brim. BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 8.

10 Oh, for one hour of blind old Dandolo, Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering

foe! BYRONChilde Harold. Canto IV. St. 12.

11 Just as old age is creeping on apace, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company—the gout or stone.

BYRON-Don Juan. Canto III. St. 59.

12 My days are in the yellow leaf;

The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief

Are mine alone!
BYRON-On this day I complete my Thirty-sixth


No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
DONNE-Ninth Elegy. To Lady Magdalen

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.

DRYDEN-Edipus. Act IV. Sc. 1.

22 His hair just grizzled As in a green old age. DRYDEN–Edipus. Act III. Sc. 1.

(See also HOMER) Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure. Ecclesiasticus. LX. 10.

(See also Bacon) Nature abhors the old.

EMERSON—Essays. Circles.

We do not count a man's years, until he has nothing else to count.

EMERSON—Society and Solitude. Old Age.

26 Remote from cities liv'd a Swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain; His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage. Gay-Fables. Part I. The Shepherd and the




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A green old age, unconscious of decays,
That proves the hero born in better days.
HOMER-Iliad. Bk. XXIII. L. 925. POPE's

trans. (See also DRYDEN)



Old and well stricken in age.

Genesis. XVIII. 11.

She may very well pass for forty-three,

In the dusk with a light behind her.
W. S. GILBERT-Trial by Jury.

(See also BICKERSTAFF) Das Alter macht nicht kindisch, wie man spricht, Es findet uns nur noch als wahre Kinder.

Age childish makes, they say, but 'tis not true;
We're only genuine children still in Age's sea-
GOETHE-Faust. Vorspiel auf dem Theater.

L. 180.
Old age is courteous--no one more:
For time after time he knocks at the door,
But nobody says, “Walk in, sir, pray!”
Yet turns he not from the door away,
But lifts the latch, and enters with speed,
And then they cry, “A cool one, indeed.”


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O blest retirement! friend to life's decline Retreats from care, that never must be mine How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease!

GOLDSMITH-Deserted Village. L. 97.

Boys must not have th' ambitious care of men,
Nor men the weak anxieties of age.
HORACE–Of the Art of Poetry.
WENTWORTH DILLON's trans. L. 212.

Seu me tranquilla senectus
Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.

Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings. HORACE—Satires. Bk. II. 1. 57.

19 Ladies, stock and tend your hive, Trifle not at thirty-five; For, howe'er we boast and strive, Life declines from thirty-five; He that ever hopes to thrive Must begin by thirty-five. SAMUEL JOHNSONTo Mrs. Thrale, when

Thirty-five. L. 11. 20 Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage, Till pitying Nature signs the last release, And bids afflicted worth retire to peace. SAMUEL JOHNSON-Vanity of Human Wishes.

L. 308.



I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. GOLDSMITH-She Stoops to Conquer. Act I.

Sc. 1. (See also BACON) They say women and music should never be dated.

GOLDSMITH-She Stoops to Conquer. Act III. Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children thro' the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.

GOLDSMITH—The Traveller. L. 251.



L'on craint la vieillesse, que l'on n'est pas sûr de pouvoir atteindre.

We dread old age, which we are not sure of being able to attain. LA BRUYÈRE—Les Caractères. XI.




Slow-consuming age.
GRAY-Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton Col-

lege. St. 9.
Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawl
Youth is the sign of them, one and all.
A smoldering hearth and a silent stage
These are a type of the world of Age.

W. E. HENLEY_Of Youth and Age. Envoy.

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty

L'on espère de vieillir, et l'on craint la vieillesse; c'est-à-dire, l'on aime la vie et l'on fuit la mort.

We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death. LA BRUYÈRE—Les Caractères. XI.



Peu de gens savent être vieux.

Few persons know how to be old.

years old.


0. W. HOLMES-On the seventieth birthday of

Julia Ward Howe, May 27, 1889.

La vieillesse est un tyran qui défend, sur peine de la vie, tous les plaisirs de la jeunesse.

Old age is a tyrant who forbids, upon pain of death, all the pleasures of youth. LA ROCHEFOUCAULD-Maximes. 461.



You hear that boy laughing? You think he's all

fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done. The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, And the poor man that knows him laughs loud

est of all! O. W. HOLMESThe Boys. St. 9.

The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more

dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.


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The course of my long life hath reached at last,
In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,
The common harbor, where must rendered be,
Account of all the actions of the past.


Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. GEORGE MACDONALDThe Marquis of Lossie.

Ch. XL.

Senex cum extemplo est, jam nec sentit, nec

sapit; Ajunt solere eum rursum repuerascere.

When a man reaches the last stage of life,without senses or mentality—they say that he has grown a child again. PLAUTUS-Mercator. II. 2. 24.

17 Why will you break the Sabbath of my days? Now sick alike of Envy and of Praise.

POPE-First Book of Horace. Ep. I. L. 3. Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've played, and loved, and ate, and drank



What find you better or more honorable than age?

* Take the preeminence of it in everything;—in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree. SHAKERLEY-MARMION—Antiquary. Act II.

Sc. 1. (See also BACON)

your fill.

Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age
Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the

stage. POPE—Imitations of Horace. Bk. II. Ep. 2.

L. 322.

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When you try to conceal your wrinkles, Polla, with paste made from beans, you deceive yourself, not me. Let a defect, which is possibly but small, appear undisguised. A fault concealed is presumed to be great.

MARTIALEpigrams. Bk. III. Ep. 42.


Set is the sun of my years;
And over a few poor ashes,

I sit in my darkness and tears.

Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read !Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things. MELCHIORFloresta Española de Apothegmas o Sentencias, etc. II. 1. 20.

(See also BACON) 11

The ages roll Forward; and forward with them, draw my soul

Into time's infinite sea. And to be glad, or sad, I care no more; But to have done, and to have been, before I

cease to do and be. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-The Wan

derer. Bk. IV. A Confession and Apology. St. 9.

Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age;
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of

Explore the thought, explain the asking eye!
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.

POPE-Prologue to the Satires. L. 408.

20 His leaf also shall not wither.

Psalms I. 3. 21

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Psalms XC. 10.

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Age has now Stamped with its signet that ingenuous brow. ROGERS-Human Life. (1819)

(See also SCOTT) 2 O, roses for the flush of youth,

And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me,

Grown old before my time.

I'm growing fonder of my staff;
I'm growing dimmer in the eyes;
I'm growing fainter in my laugh;
I'm growing deeper in my sighs;
I'm growing careless of my dress;
I'm growing frugal of my gold;
I'm growing wise; I'm growing, -yes, -
I'm growing old.

SAXE-I'm Growing Old.

Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 47.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. Andthenthe justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 139. Same

idea in JEAN DE COURCY-Le Chemin de Vaillance. Copy in British Museum, KING'S MSS. No. 14. E. II. See also HORACE-Ars Poetica. 158. (Ages given as four.) In the Mishna, the ages are given as 14, by Jehuda, son of Thema. In PLATO's (spurious) Dialog: Axiochus, SOCRATES sums up human life.

On his bold visage middle age
Had slightly press'd its signet sage.
SCOTT Lady of the Lake. Canto I. Pt. XXI.

(1810) (See also ROGERS)
Thus pleasures fade away;
Youth, talents, beauty, thus decay,
And leave us dark, forlorn, and gray.
SCOTT-Marmion. Introduction to Canto II.

St. 7.


Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o'er,
Till Memory lends her light no more.

Scott-Rokeby. Canto V. St. 1.

Old friends are best. King James us'd to call for his Old Shoes, they were easiest for his Feet. SELDENTable Talk. Friends.

(See also BACON) Nihil turpius est, quam grandis natu senex, qui nullum aliud habet argumentum, quo se probet diu vixisse, præter ætatem.

Nothing is more dishonourable than an old man, heavy with years, who has no other evidence of his having lived long

except his age. SENECA-De Tranquillitate. 3.7.


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Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits

of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory. Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 311.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December.

Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 36.

17 An old man is twice a child.

Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 404.

Turpis et ridicula res est elementarius senex: juveni parandum, seni utendum est.

An old man in his rudiments is a disgraceful object. It is for youth to acquire, and for age to apply. SENECA-Epistolæ Ad Lucilium. XXXVI. 4.

Senectus insanabilis morbus est.

Old age is an incurable disease.
SENECAEpistolæ Ad Lucilium. CVIII. 29.

For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.

AU's Well that Ends Well. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 40.




At your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 68.

19 Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 193.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

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