Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o’er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.
Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o’er cheek and
Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o’er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.
