Thoughts of my youth! your gay visions are flown.

Days of my youth! I wish not your recall;

Hairs of my youth! I’m content you should fall;

Eyes of my youth! ye much evil have seen;

Cheeks of my youth! bathed in tears have you been;

Thoughts of my youth! ye have led me astray!

Strength of my youth! why lament your decay?

Days of my age! ye will shortly be past;

Pains of my age! but awhile can ye last;

Joys of my age! in true wisdom delight;