Aristophanes

The old are in a second childhood.

The old are in a second childhood.

Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked read more

Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.

Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.

By words the mind is winged.

By words the mind is winged.