But let me whisper in your ear, Old Age,
I’m bound to travel with you but one stage.
Be’t long or short, you cannot keep me back;
And when we reach the end on’t, you must pack!
Be’t soon or late, we part forever there!
Other companionship I then shall share.
This blessed change to me you’re bound to bring.
You need not think I shall be loath to spring
From your poor feeble side, you churl uncouth!
Into the arms of Everlasting Youth.