2.42. AGE TO BE HONORED. A pert and inconsiderate young Man happened to meet an old Man, whose age and infirmity had brought his body almost to the shape of a bent bow. "Pray, father," says he, "will you sell your bow?"
"Save your money, you fool," says the other; "for when you come to my years, you shall have such a bow for nothing."
Though vig'rous health thy tide of life sustains,
And youthful manhood revels in thy veins:
With rev'rend awe regard the bending sage,
Nor thoughtless mock th' infirmities of age. [more info]
"Save your money, you fool," says the other; "for when you come to my years, you shall have such a bow for nothing."
Though vig'rous health thy tide of life sustains,
And youthful manhood revels in thy veins:
With rev'rend awe regard the bending sage,
Nor thoughtless mock th' infirmities of age. [more info]
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