What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine

"Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way, "It is a sunny hour of play, For which repentance dear doth pay, Repentance! Repentance! And this is Love, as wise men say

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

Age appears to be best in four things, - old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid