The Spring Is A Lively Emblem Of

And Time Brings Down What Is Both Strong And Tall. But Plants New Set To Be Eradicate, And Buds New Blown, To Have So Short A Date, Is By His Hand Alone That Guides Nature And Fate.

Youth Is The Time Of Getting, Middle Age Of Improving, And Old Age Of Spending.

When I Behold The Heavens As In Their Prime, And Then The Earth (though Old) Still Clad In Green, The Stones And Trees, Insensible Of Time, Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.