AGE Poetry/Poem by Anacreon (c.572-488 BC)

OFT am I by the women told,
“Poor Anacreon! thou growest old;
Look; how thy hairs are falling all;
Poor Anacreon, how they fall!”–
Whether I grow old or no,
By the effects I do not know;
But 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.

TRANSLATED BY ABRAHAM COWLEY (1618-1667)

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