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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408232" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ages of Man</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 show so lively in mine eyes,<br>That now I sigh'd, and then I smil'd, 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 oppress'd,<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 smil'd, 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 show my dinted jaws, 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>&quot;Thy white and hoarish hairs, the messengers of age,<br>That show like lines of true belief that this life doth assuage,<br>Bids 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.&quot;<br>Whereat I sigh'd and said: &quot;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.&quot;</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 show so lively in mine eyes,
That now I sigh'd, and then I smil'd, as cause of thought did rise.
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