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ELEGY: THE CONTEMPT OF OLD AGE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis a short time our precious youth will stay
Last Line: The gods on age throw all this misery.
Alternate Author Name(s): Mimnermos
Subject(s): Old Age


'TIS a short time our precious youth will stay:
Like some delightful dream it steals away;
And then comes on us, creeping in its stead,
Benumbing Old Age, with its hoary head;

Which beauty spoils, our nerves with crampings binds,
It clouds our eyesight, and disturbs our minds.
When Jove to Tithon endless old age gave,
'Twas sure of greater terror than the grave.

Some have in youth been for their beauty priz'd,
Which when deform'd by age, become despis'd;
Then peevish grown, and vex'd at children's slight,
Take not abroad, nor at their homes, delight.

Bed-rid, and scorn'd, with pains, and rheums, they lie:
The Gods on Age throw all this misery.





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