From this ridiculous and driftless labour?
You, who already are a great-grandfather!
What! do you think to rival in his years
Methuselah? For shame! Do penance rather
For your past errors! Mourn your sins with tears!
Abandon hopes and plans that so ill suit your
Age and grey hairs! Give over looking wildly
Out through the vista of a boundless future!
All these are but for us, and such as we.”
“They are not even for you,” replied the Old Man mildly.