Classic Poem

Oft in danger yet alive
We are come to Thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than Thirty-five;
Could philosophers contrive
Life to stop at Thirty-five,
Time his hours should never drive
O'er the bounds of Thirty-five:
High to soar and deep to dive
Nature gives at Thirty-five;
Ladies--stock and tend your hive,
Trifle not at Thirty-five:
For howe'er we boast and strive,
Life declines from Thirty-five;
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by Thirty-five:
And those who wisely wish to wive
Must look on Thrale at Thirty-five.