GREAT BEGINNINGS, 1767
“Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying,
My dog and I are old, too old for roving.
Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying,
Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving.”
(the beginning of “On Growing Old,” a poem by John Masefield, 1878-1967)
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