So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women

O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, 'Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!

O, with what freshness,
what solemnity and beauty,
is each new day born;
as if to say to insensate man,
'Behold!
thou hast one more chance!
Strive for immortal glory!

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.

Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.

One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could; but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me.