I thought I'd live to a ripe old age, because I always felt there was a lot to do. I had a driven feeling. I always thought in the present.
As ye of clay were cast by kind, So shall ye waste to dust.
My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.
For age with stealing steps Hath clawed me with his crutch
The wrinkles in my brow, The furrows in my face, Say, limping age will lodge him now Where youth must give him place.
My hand and pen are not in plight, As they have been of yore.
I loathe that I did love, In youth that I thought sweet
I have trouble imagining what I could do that's beyond the practicality of what I can do.
Aren't you, uh. . . " Clary searched for the right word. "Reproducing?
Do not reproach a man with his misfortunes, fearing lest Nemesis may overtake you.
Starting from the ruins of the Second World War, we - all Europeans said, after centuries of fighting each other, we're going to build permanent arrangements in which peace between European countries is secured, freedom is secured, and growing prosperity. And that's what we have done over the last 70 years.