a135: But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.
- Wordsworth.
a136: How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth of labor with an age of ease.
- Goldsmith.
a137: Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
- Goldsmith.
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