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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Age

By Anacreon (582–485 B.C.)

Translation of Abraham Cowley

OFT am I by the women told,

Poor Anacreon, thou grow’st old!

Look how thy hairs are falling all;

Poor Anacreon, how they fall!

Whether I grow old or no,

By th’ effects I do not know;

This I know, without being told,

’Tis time to live, if I grow old;

’Tis time short pleasures now to take,

Of little life the best to make,

And manage wisely the last stake.