In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.
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What is youth?—a dancing billow,
Winds behind, and rocks before!
—Wordsworth.
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You youngsters nowadays think you're to begin with living well, and working easy: you've no notion of running afoot before you get on horseback.
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Heavy work in youth is sweet repose in old age.
—From the Italian.