Old Age
What is the joy of life apart from Venus the golden?
I should prefer to die when ye move me no more,
Sweet clandestine delights, and friendship and gifts slyly proffered!
Even the flowers of youth, dear unto woman and man,
Vanish and fade so soon, for hateful old age comes upon us,
Striking the good and the bad equally cruelly down.
Then, indeed, do worrisome cares and sorrows assail us,
Nor do we take delight seeing the bright shining sun,
But we are hateful to children, and objects of scorn unto women!
Such is the bane of old age fastened by God upon man.
I should prefer to die when ye move me no more,
Sweet clandestine delights, and friendship and gifts slyly proffered!
Even the flowers of youth, dear unto woman and man,
Vanish and fade so soon, for hateful old age comes upon us,
Striking the good and the bad equally cruelly down.
Then, indeed, do worrisome cares and sorrows assail us,
Nor do we take delight seeing the bright shining sun,
But we are hateful to children, and objects of scorn unto women!
Such is the bane of old age fastened by God upon man.
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