23. To Antonius Primus on His Seventy-Fifth Birthday
Those five-and-seventy years now safely gone,
How happy is your quiet age, how dear
Are memory's pictures that you gaze upon,
You need not shrink, tho' Lethe's wave be near:
The past has not a shade for you to fear,
No page of all its book you dread to con;
Redoubled happiness and life hath he
Whose joy doth live again in memory.
How happy is your quiet age, how dear
Are memory's pictures that you gaze upon,
You need not shrink, tho' Lethe's wave be near:
The past has not a shade for you to fear,
No page of all its book you dread to con;
Redoubled happiness and life hath he
Whose joy doth live again in memory.
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