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 all who wisely wish to wive Must look on Thrale at thirty-five. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE REVENGE OF HAMISH by SIDNEY LANIER IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE PHANTOM REVIEW by SQUIRE OMAR BARKER IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |