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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How No Age Is Content</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LAID in my quiet bed, in study as I were, <br>I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts appear. <br>And every thought did shew so lively in mine eyes, <br>That now I sigh'd, and then I smiled, as cause of thought did rise. <br>I saw the little boy in thought how oft that he <br>Did wish of God to scape the rod, a tall young man to be. <br>The young man eke that feels his bones with pains opprest, <br>How he would be a rich old man, to live and lie at rest. <br>The rich old man that sees his end draw on so sore, <br>How he would be a boy again, to live so much the more. <br>Whereat full oft I smiled, to see how all these three, <br>From boy to man, from man to boy, would chop and change degree. <br>And musing thus I think, the case is very strange, <br>That man from wealth, to live in woe, doth ever seek to change. <br>Thus thoughtful as I lay, I saw my wither'd skin, <br>How it doth shew my dented chews, the flesh was worn so thin. <br>And eke my toothless chaps, the gates of my right way, <br>That opes and shuts as I do speak, do thus unto me say : <br>' Thy white and hoarish airs, the messengers of age, <br>That shew, like lines of true belief, that this life doth assuage ; <br>Bid thee lay hand, and feel them hanging on thy chin ; <br>The which do write two ages past, the third now coming in. <br>Hang up therefore the bit of thy young wanton time : <br>And thou that therein beaten art, the happiest life define.' <br>Whereat I sigh'd and said : ' Farewell ! my wonted joy ; <br>Truss up thy pack, and trudge from me to every little boy ; <br>And tell them thus from me ; their time most happy is, <br>If, to their time, they reason had, to know the truth of this.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Howard">Henry Howard</a><div class=q>
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And every thought did shew so lively in mine eyes, 
That now I sigh'd, and then I smiled, as cause of thought did rise. 
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