Ah! Posthumus, the years, the years
Glide swiftly on, nor can our tears
Or piety the wrinkled age forefend,
Or for one hour retard th' inevitable end.


translation of Horace Odes bk. 2, no. 14

Christopher Smart Quotes

Ah! Posthumus, the years, the years Glide swiftly on, nor can our tears Or piety the wrinkled age forefend, Or for one hour retard th' inevitable end.

Ah! Posthumus, the years, the years Glide swiftly on, nor can our tears Or piety the wrinkled age forefend, Or for one hour retard th' inevitable end.

Ah! Posthumus, the years, the years Glide swiftly on, nor can our tears Or piety the wrinkled age forefend, Or for one hour retard th' inevitable end.

Ah! Posthumus, the years, the years Glide swiftly on, nor can our tears Or piety the wrinkled age forefend, Or for one hour retard th' inevitable end.