a157: These old fellows have
Their ingratitude in them hereditary;
Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind,
And nature, as it grows toward earth.
Is fashion'd for the journey--dull and heavy.
- Shakespeare.
a158: Every man desires to live long; but no man would be old.
- Swift.
a159: Age is a tyrant, who forbids, at the penalty of life, all the pleasures of youth.
- La Rochefoucould.
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